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. 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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All's over, then; does truth sound bitter / As one at first believes? / Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter / About your cottage eaves!
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Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
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And after April, when May follows, / And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
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And gain is gain, however small
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And let them pass, as they will too soon, / With the bean-flowers' boon, / And the blackbird's tune, / And May, and June!
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And nobody calls you a dunce, / And people suppose me clever: / This could but have happened once, / And we missed it, lost it for ever.
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And that's what all the blessed evil's for.
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And the muttering grew to a grumbling; / And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;/ And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
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And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost/ Is - the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin.
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And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays,/ Here's a subject made to your hand!
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Another Boehme with a tougher book / And subtler meanings of what roses say.
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Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose
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As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair / In leprosy.
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As is your sort of mind, so is your sort of search: You'll find what you desire.
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