Robert Browning
Robert Browning
Robert Browningwas an English poet and playwright whose mastery of the dramatic monologue made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are known for their irony, characterization, dark humour, social commentary, historical settings, and challenging vocabulary and syntax...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 May 1812
men judging people
Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.
people mass models
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.
heart keys ifs
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
queens heart fortune
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"
girl heart kissing
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.
wise earth reason
I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.
genius
Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.
song play survival
Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
lying teaching rome
Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
flower believe kissing
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up ...
art may likes
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
death mean dying
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
spring angel heaven
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.
apples eden curiosity
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.