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He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Robert Browning
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Robert Browning
Age: 77 †
Born: 1812
Born: May 7
Died: 1889
Died: December 12
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Robert Barrett Browning
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Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
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With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
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It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
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I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
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Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
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How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
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