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
book ignorance soul
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.
inspirational ignorance purity-and-innocence
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
ignorance knowledge men
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side...
love ignorance loss
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
dead life physician restored
That he was dead and then restored to life / By a Nazarene physician of his tribe.
brute deserve hated saw wicked
I never saw a brute I hated so; / He must be wicked to deserve such pain.
bear darkness fare glad heroes minute pay peers taste
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers / The heroes of old, / Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears / Of pain, darkness and cold.
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.
splendor stung sudden
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.
goes greatest keeping life pleasure
Bang-whang-whang goes the drum, tootle-tetootle the fife; No keeping one's haunches still: it's the greatest pleasure in life
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