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
dream memories prayer
Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
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?
fell lied rough truth
Lied is a rough phrase; say he fell from truth