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
evil broken perfect
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
time perfect why-not
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.
art practice perfection
What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.
giving perfect soul
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.
mean perfection imperfection
Imperfection means perfection hid.
perfection faults
Faultless to a fault.
broken-heart perfect heaven
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
godly perfect poetry
God is the perfect poet.
god perfect creation
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
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.