And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we… — 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
The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;…and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no… — 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
Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us… — 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
