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
heaven done earth
Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?
strong incense catholicism
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
dream angel past
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
horse boots saddles
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
hate men debt
Women hate a debt as men a gift.
love giving talent
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
sea land break
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
art practice perfection
What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.
age youth aging
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
god race giants
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
pain fall cost
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!
art heaven sabbath
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
truth truth-is fullness
Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.
pain joy three
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!