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. I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!
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If two lives join, there is oft a scar, / They are one and one, with a shadowy third; / One near one is too far.
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If you get simple beauty and nought else, You get about the best thing God invents
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Ignorance is not innocence but sin
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In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
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In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
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Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
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Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?
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It is best to be yourself, imperial, plain and true.
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It is the glory and the good of Art, / That Art remains the one way possible / Of speaking truth, to minds like mine at least.
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It was roses, roses, all the way, / With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
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Just for a handful of silver he left us, / Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
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Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me, / Seven years a gardener of the untoward ground.
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Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,/ The not-incurious in God's handiwork.
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Leave the flesh to the fate it was fit for! the spirit be thine!
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