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
children gay littles
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.
stars children moon
God smiles as He has always smiled; Ere suns and moons could wax and wane, Ere stars were thundergirt, or piled The Heavens, God thought on me His child; Ordained a life for me, arrayed Its circumstances, every one To the minutest; ay, God said This head this hand should rest upon Thus, ere He fashioned star or sun.
children blow blood
Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.
children magic littles
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
love children men
Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
begins fight within worth
When a man's fight begins within himself, he is worth something
lamp sin
And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost/ Is - the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin.
blot insult lost record sorrow soul task wrong
Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, / One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, / One more devil's-triumph and sorrow for angels, / One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!
sort
As is your sort of mind, so is your sort of search: You'll find what you desire.
england sings
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough / In England - now!
patience proves
The are times when patience proves at fault.
again begin dry eyes laugh
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up and begin again
best grow
Grow old with me the best is yet to come.
best grow last
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, For which, the first is made.