Robert Browning Quotes

When it was written, God and Robert Browning knew what it meant; now only God knows.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And bade me creep past.

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.

All her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good.

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven—
All's right with the world!

Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!

She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive.

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there.

If you get simple beauty and naught else,
You get about the best thing God invents.

Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, ‘Italy’.

…Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are,
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.