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
blinding fire god good hail send shall unless
Unless God send his hail / Or blinding fire balls, sleet or stifling snow, / In some time, his good time, I shall arrive.
god stars soul
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
god art art-love
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
god hands life-time
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
god track justice
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
god race giants
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
joy thank-god desire
Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.
life height gods-will
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
godly perfect poetry
God is the perfect poet.
god not-giving-up fighting
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
god perfect creation
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
man tis
Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
center consists entry escape fullness imprisoned lies light opening outward rather rise splendor supposed takes truth whatever within
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.
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!