The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate! Robert Browning More Quotes by Robert Browning More Quotes From Robert Browning Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop. Robert Browning pain life Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth. Robert Browning truth lying art "With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he! Robert Browning keys ifs heart Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be. Robert Browning judging men people In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages. Robert Browning doe time fall 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. Robert Browning autumn spring beauty A man in armour is his armour's slave. Robert Browning armour slave men O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day. Robert Browning stars sea dark I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time. Robert Browning fire time snow They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store. Robert Browning change perfect time Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last. Robert Browning lasts faster night All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite. Robert Browning finite infinite poetry-is Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep. Robert Browning strive sleep love How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. Robert Browning men life lying Death was past, life not come: so he waited. Robert Browning past-life life past Men are not angels, neither are they brutes. Robert Browning brutes angel men Women hate a debt as men a gift. Robert Browning debt hate men Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. Robert Browning sabbath heaven art The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. Robert Browning break land sea Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell! Robert Browning justice might love
