When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin? Robert Browning More Quotes by Robert Browning More Quotes From Robert Browning Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her Robert Browning nexttroubleheart Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense. Robert Browning soulperfectgiving No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, Robert Browning painherolife Have you found your life distasteful? Robert Browning failuresweetlife A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid! Robert Browning best-is-yet-to-comehalfinspirational Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure. Robert Browning time Who knows but the world may end tonight Robert Browning tonighttimeworld Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. Robert Browning catdogbaby In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle. Robert Browning halfstrugglemen Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy. Robert Browning laughedstills Smiling the boy fell dead. Robert Browning boys Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world Robert Browning springsongmorning Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist. Robert Browning atheismatheistwriting What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake. Robert Browning namessongsweet I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. Robert Browning showsfaithdoubt Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character. Robert Browning faithfearcharacter Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness. Robert Browning fullnesstruth-istruth Other heights in other lives, God willing. Robert Browning heightgods-willlife Truth is within ourselves. Robert Browning truth-istruth I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say. Robert Browning frustrationmenlife
