English poet (1812-1889)
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
ROBERT BROWNING
prologue, Apollo and the Fates
All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist.
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Abt Vogler
I count life just a stuff
To try the soul's strength on.
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In a Balcony
What so wild as words are?
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A Woman's Last Word
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.
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Rabbi ben Ezra
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
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Andrea del Sarto
If you join two lives, there is oft a scar.
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.
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By the Fireside
The only fault's with time;
All men become good creatures: but so slow!
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Luria
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
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Paracelsus
I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
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Paracelsus
Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
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Paracelsus
Why comes temptation but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?
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The Ring and the Book
If you get simple beauty and nought else,
You get about the best thing God invents.
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Fra Lippo Lippi
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truths, to mouths like mine at least.
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The Ring and the Book
Truth never hurts the teller.
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Fifine at the Fair
All we have gained then by our unbelief
Is a life of doubt diversified by faith,
For one of faith diversified by doubt:
We called the chess-board white -- we call it black.
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Bishop Blougram's Apology
Lofty designs must close in like effects.
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A Grammarian's Funeral
What a thing friendship is, world without end!
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The Flight of the Duchess
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
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A Death in the Desert
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
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