271 ordspråk av Robert Browning
Robert Browning
Robert Browning föddes den
7 mei 1812 och dog den 12 december
1889 - of the Victorian age, noted for his mastery of dramatic monologue and psychological portraiture.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. Dante, who loved well because he hated, / Hated wickedness that hinders loving.
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Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, / And blew.
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Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what's become of all the gold / Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grow old.
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Do you see this square old yellow Book, I toss / I' the air, and catch again?
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Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, Does he write? he fain would paint a picture
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Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
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Escape me? Never - Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue
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Even throughout life, 'tis death that makes life live, Gives it whatever the significance
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Everyone soon or late comes round by Rome.
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Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
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Faultless to a fault.
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Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat, / The mist in my face.
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For I say, this is death, and the sole death, / When a man's loss comes to him from his gain,/ Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, / And lack of love from love made manifest.
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For life, with all its yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, - believe the aged friend - Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love
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For note, when evening shuts, / A certain moment cuts / The deed off, calls the glory from the grey.
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