271 ordspråk av Robert Browning
Robert Browning
Robert Browning föddes den
May 7th 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. What is he buzzing in my ears? / `Now that I come to die, / Do I view the world as a vale of tears?' / Ah, reverend sir, not I!
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What most moved him was a certain meal on beans
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What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
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What, you want, do you, to come unawares, / Sweeping the church up for first morning-prayers, / And find a poor devil has ended his cares / At the foot of your rotten-runged rat-riddled stairs? / Do I carry the moon in my pocket?
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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.
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What's become of Waring / Since he gave us all the slip?
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What's come to perfection perishes. / Things learned on earth, we shall practise in heaven. / Works done least rapidly, Art most cherishes.
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When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightaway he wants to be busy
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When a man's fight begins within himself, he is worth something
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When earth breaks up and heaven expands,/ How will the change strike me and you / In the house not made with hands?
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When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
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Where had I been now if the worst befell? / And here we are riding, she and I.
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Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, / Yet the strong man must go.
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Where is the thread now? Off again! / The old trick! only I discern - / Infinite passion, and the pain / Of finite hearts that yearn.
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