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
life lying past
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
dream angel past
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
lying past deceit
Since there my past life lies, why alter it?
past records secure
The past is gained, secure, and on record.
pain past succeed
Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
life past past-life
Death was past, life not come: so he waited.
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.
inspirational life motivational
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!