How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one… — 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
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
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he! — 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
