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The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!
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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All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess-board white-we call it black.
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The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.
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That's the wise thrush he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
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There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.
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For the preacher's merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, does it hold good measure Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
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Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
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Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.
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Faultless to a fault.
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Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
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Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'
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The past is gained, secure, and on record.
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Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
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Other heights in other lives, God willing.
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Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
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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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