On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
ROBERT BROWNINGOn the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
ROBERT BROWNINGWhy stay on the earth except to grow.
ROBERT BROWNINGArt remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
ROBERT BROWNINGRejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul’s wings never furled!
ROBERT BROWNINGGood to forgive, Best to forget.
ROBERT BROWNINGGrow old with me! The best is yet to be.
ROBERT BROWNINGBut what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
ROBERT BROWNINGTake away love and our earth is a tomb.
ROBERT BROWNINGOne who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
ROBERT BROWNINGAutumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
ROBERT BROWNINGWhat’s a man’s age? He must hurry more, that’s all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
ROBERT BROWNINGOf what I call God, And fools call Nature.
ROBERT BROWNINGEscape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
ROBERT BROWNINGTruth is within ourselves.
ROBERT BROWNINGThe moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
ROBERT BROWNINGSo, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.
ROBERT BROWNING