Robert Browning Quotes

Ages past the soul existed, / Here an age 'tis resting merely. - Robert Browning

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love. - Robert Browning

Abate, - Cardinal, - Christ, - Maria, - God . . . /Pompilia, will you let them murder me? - Robert Browning

A touch divine - / And the scaled eyeball owns the mystic rod; / Visibly through his garden walketh God. - Robert Browning

A moulted feather, an eagle-feather! / Well, I forget the rest. - Robert Browning

A minute's success pays the failure of years. - Robert Browning

A man in armor is his armor's slave. - Robert Browning

A fierce vindictive scribble of red. - Robert Browning

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. - Robert Browning

`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. - Robert Browning

Page 28 of 28

<<-First <-Previous