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
song heart endure
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.
wise song thinking
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
song play survival
Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
sweet song names
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
song morning spring
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
song done deeds
We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire.
song blow soul
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
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.