Robert Browning

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

It was roses, roses, all the way,_x000D_ _x000D_ With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!

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

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.