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
giving perfect soul
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.
men research reason
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
flower rose bud
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
heart next trouble
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
art wedding-anniversary found
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
rain heart wind
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm;
religion doubt atheism
Who knows most, doubts most.
song morning spring
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
boys
Smiling the boy fell dead.
life together loved-ones
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.
life brother thinking
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
life pain hero
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.
life sweet joy
Have you found your life distasteful? My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.
ignorance knowledge men
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side...