Robert Browning Quotes (332 Quotes)

Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

When a man's fight begins within himself, he is worth something

This is a spray the Bird clung to.

All men on whom the Higher Nature has stamped the Love of Truth, should especially concern themselves in laboring for posterity, in order that future generations may be enriched by their efforts, as they themselves were made rich by the efforts of ge

Better sin the whole sin, sure that God observes;
Then go live his life out!

My mistress bent that brow of hers;
Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs
When pity would be softening through,
Fixed me, a breathing-while or two,
With life or death in the balance: right!

No work begun shall ever pause for death.

Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me, Seven years a gardener of the untoward ground.

O world, as God has made it All is beauty.

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three.

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.

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.

Would I suffer for him that I love?

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

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete

No heaven with them, no hell!

Above this tress, and this, I touch
But cannot praise, I love so much!

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?

Alls love, yet alls law.

I never saw a brute I hated so He must be wicked to deserve such pain.

Why, for this
What need of art at all?

Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped.

Where are you, dear old friend?

The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake. It tore the elm-tops down for spite. And did its worst to vex the lake.

Our murder has been done three days ago, The frost is over and done, the south wind laughs, And, to the very tiles of each red roof A-smoke i' the sunshine, Rome lies gold and glad.

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.

Day Faster and more fast. Oer nights brim, day boils at last.

The Life, Death, Miracles of Saint Somebody, Saint Somebody Else, his Miracles, Death and Life, - With this, one glance at the lettered back of which, And Stall' cried I a lira made it mine.

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.

Here and here did England help me how can I help England' - say, Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.

Well then, speak up, never flinch!

Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!

Our guards really worked hard this summer on their shooting. You can't rely on your shooting all the time, but sometimes it pays off.

Again the Cousin's whistle Go, my Love.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

Do you see this square old yellow Book, I toss I' the air, and catch again

Round and round, like a dance of snow In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.

Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.

Have you found your life distasteful My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful Mine I saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish When mine fail me, I 'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish My sun sets to rise again.

Truth lies within ourselves it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.

What a thing friendship is World without end.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

O woman-country wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

What does it all mean, poet?

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

Truth that peeps Over the edge when dinner's done, And body gets its sop and holds its noise And leaves soul free a little.

And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.

Lets contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep All be as before Love, Only sleep.