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
littles lasts little-things
We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
believe lasts firsts
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
lasts hours strikes
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
tree lasts three
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
night lasts faster
Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
firsts puppets lasts
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
kindness lasts thieves
T'was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.
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!
sort
As is your sort of mind, so is your sort of search: You'll find what you desire.
begins fight within worth
When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
begins fight within worth
When a man's fight begins within himself, he is worth something
evening
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.