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
Robert BrowningThe aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Robert BrowningBrightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.
Robert BrowningParacelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sagesโ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out โ not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
Robert Browning