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All's love, yet all's law.

Robert Browning

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Robert Browning
Age: 77 †
Born: 1812
Born: May 7
Died: 1889
Died: December 12
Dramaturgy
Playwright
Poet
Writer
London
England
Robert Barrett Browning
Browning
Law
Love

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Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
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As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
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Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain Learn, nor account the pang dare, never grudge the throe!
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I am grown peaceful as old age tonight.
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The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear The rest may reason and welcome 'tis we musicians know.
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Sorrow, the heart must bear, Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there. Many a circumstance, at least, Touches the very breast. For those Whom any sent away,--he knows: And in the live man's stead, Armor and ashes reach The house of each.
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You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
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Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
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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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I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.
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Faultless to a fault.
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Other heights in other lives, God willing.
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