Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
ROBERT BROWNINGLose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
ROBERT BROWNINGWhat a thing friendship is – World without end.
ROBERT BROWNINGI walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
ROBERT BROWNINGGrow old with me. The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first was made.
ROBERT BROWNINGSuch ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.
ROBERT BROWNINGI hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life’s set prize.
ROBERT BROWNINGAutumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
ROBERT BROWNINGProgress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
ROBERT BROWNINGT’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.
ROBERT BROWNINGMy sun sets to rise again.
ROBERT BROWNINGEscape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
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 BROWNINGTruth is within ourselves.
ROBERT BROWNINGEarth is crammed with heavens.
ROBERT BROWNINGWhat Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
ROBERT BROWNINGAh, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
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