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
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!
wise earth reason
I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.
wise men fool
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
wise book mean
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
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.
splendor stung sudden
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.
goes greatest keeping life pleasure
Bang-whang-whang goes the drum, tootle-tetootle the fife; No keeping one's haunches still: it's the greatest pleasure in life
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