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
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! — 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
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils’-triumph and… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no! — 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
All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul! — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it,… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply… — 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
