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
flower rose noses
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
flower mad rose
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
golf games clubs
The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don't really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.
motivational struggle fighting
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
girlfriend hurt kissing
The best things in life can never be kept; They must be given away. A Smile, a Kiss, and Love If you are asking if I'd hurt you, the answer is never. If you are asking if i love u,the answer is forever. If you are asking if i want u,the answer is i do. If you are asking what i value most, the answer is YOU Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.
All service is the same with God.
hope men progress
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
music men jazz-and-life
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music
heaven world earth
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
life two soul
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
pain eye kissing
That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. And I untightened the next tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .
atheist writing atheism
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.
sweet song names
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
faith doubt shows
I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.