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
death being-yourself mean
It's like those eerie stories nurses tell, Of how some actor on a stage played Death, With pasteboard crown, sham orb and tinselled dart, And called himself the monarch of the world; Then, going in the tire-room afterward, Because the play was done, to shift himself, Got touched upon the sleeve familiarly, The moment he had shut the closet door, By Death himself. Thus God might touch a Pope At unawares, ask what his baubles mean, And whose part he presumed to play just now. Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true!
death mean dying
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
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.
chance focused guys maybe ready start
I don't know; maybe the guys who got the chance to start were more focused and ready to play.
dared major sleep
I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep
love pure
Nay but you, who do not love her, / Is she not pure gold, my mistress?