Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools -… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
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 Image
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
