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
music solitude musical
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
freedom seems
So free we seem, so fettered we are!
godly perfect poetry
God is the perfect poet.
kissing romantic-love teenage-love
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
love children men
Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
courage fall sleep
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
life strength soul
I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.
dream memories prayer
Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
inspirational success softball
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
splendour
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
true-love waiting forever
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
love birthday anniversary
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
life fate trying
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
god not-giving-up fighting
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.