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
inspirational best-is-yet-to-come half
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
time
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
time tonight world
Who knows but the world may end tonight
baby dog cat
Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
struggle men half
In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.
stills laughed
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
knowledge views ears
One and all We lend an ear-nay, Science takes thereto- Encourages the meanest who has racked Nature until he gains from her some fact, To state what truth is from his point of view, Mere pin-point though it be: since many such Conduce to make a whole, she bids our friend Come forward unabashed and haply lend His little life-experience to our much Of modern knowledge.
summer flower june
And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!
believe lasts firsts
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
sleep needs
Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.
nymphs lakes swim
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.
men wings soul
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
happiness happy
Make us happy and you make us good.
lasts hours strikes
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.