Robert Browning
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Biography
Robert Browning was an English poet and playwright whose dramatic monologues put him high among the Victorian poets. He was noted for irony, characterisation, dark humour, social commentary, historical settings and challenging vocabulary and syntax.
"Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character."
"Motherhood: All love begins and ends there."
"Love is energy of life."
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,Or what's a heaven for?"
"how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet"
"A minute's success pays the failure of years."
"Love is the energy of life."
"Take away love and our earth is a tomb."
"There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without."
"The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up and all the cottage warm;"
"There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest."
"I judge people by what they might be,—not are, nor will be."
"Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride."
"Autumn wins you best by this its mute </br>Appeal to sympathy for its decay."
"Truth is within ourselves."
"When is man strong until he feels alone?"
"'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!"
"I do what many dream of, all their lives, <br/> — Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do, <br/> And fail in doing. I could count twenty such <br/> On twice your fingers, and not leave this town, <br/> Who strive — you don't know how the others strive <br/> To paint a little thing like that you smeared <br/> Carelessly passing with your robes afloat — <br/> Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says, <br/> (I know his name, no matter) — so much less! <br/> Well, less is more, Lucrezia: I am judged. <br/> There burns a truer light of God in them, <br/> In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain, <br/> Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt <br/> This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine."
"What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?"
"He said true things, but called them by the wrong names."
"Lofty designs must close in like effects."
"Rafael made a century of sonnets."
"Other heights in other lives, God willing."
"Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought."
"A ring without a posy, and that ring mine?"