3 December 2020 Robert Browning A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Finds progress, man’s distinctive mark alone, Not God’s, and not the beast’s God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity These are its sign and note and character.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o’er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life’s business being just the terrible choice.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning What’s a man’s age? He must hurry more, that’s all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
3 December 2020 Robert Browning Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
