Robert Browning

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

So absolutely good is truth, truth never hurts The teller.

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides,-one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!

Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,- Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid!

Thy rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised) Linking our England to his Italy.

He who did well in war just earns the right To begin doing well in peace.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched;

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched; That what began best can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once prove accurst.