But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past? — 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… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but… — 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
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work? — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless… — 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 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
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
The Moment Eternal . . . Just That And No More . . . When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow! — 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
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made. — 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
