Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I.. know what I do, and am unmoved by men's blame, or their praise either. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I, painting from myself and to myself, Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame Or their praise either. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts;… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Sorrow, the heart must bear, Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there. Many a circumstance, at least, Touches the very breast.… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side... — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused,… — Robert Browning Copy Share
“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.” — Robert Browning Copy Share
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first. — Robert Browning Copy Share
“Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save and hold… — Robert Browning Copy Share
“I was ever a fighter, so---one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore, and… — Robert Browning Copy Share
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past? — Robert Browning Copy Share
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. — Robert Browning Copy Share
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy! — Robert Browning Copy Share
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware. — Robert Browning Copy Share
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — Robert Browning Copy Share
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are… — Robert Browning Copy Share
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! — Robert Browning Copy Share
