Quotes About Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

I felt a strange delight in causing my decay.

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,(If our loves remain)In an English lane.

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,By famous Hanover city.

The Savior at his sermon on the mount,Saint Praxed in a glory, and one PanReady to twitch the Nymph's last garment off.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

It is to the honour of America that it recognised from the first the genius of Miss Barrett; and for a large part of her life some of the closest of her personal and literary connections were with Americans. The same is true in both respects of Robert Browning.

Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. — Robert Browning