Robert Browning

1812 - 1889

A Quote by Robert Browning on earth and love

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Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

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A Quote by Robert Browning on growth, learning, and work

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: A Death in the Desert.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on temptation

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: The Ring and the Book. The Pope. Line 1185.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on songs

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That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Home-Thoughts from Abroad. ii.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on earth

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Why stay we on the earth except to grow?

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Cleon

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A Quote by Robert Browning on horses

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Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Cavalier Tunes

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A Quote by Robert Browning on songs and survival

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Æschylus, because we read his plays!

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Cleon.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on change and time

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Old Pictures in Florence.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on god and poets

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God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

Source: Paracelsus. Part ii.

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A Quote by Robert Browning on children, magic, and quiet

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

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