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Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
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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Women hate a debt as men a gift.
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O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.
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Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.
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Good to forgive, Best to forget.
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A lion may die of an ass's kick.
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I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
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One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
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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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What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
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Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
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Shun death, is my advice.
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No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.
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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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Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
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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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Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
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The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
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God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
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Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
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