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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
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heaven
inspirational
aspiration
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Robert Browning |
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My sun sets to rise again.
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inspirational
rebirth
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Robert Browning |
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Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, "Italy"."
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poetry
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Robert Browning |
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I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. II. What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? I guessed what skull..
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Robert Browning |
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The lie was deadAnd damned, and truth stood up instead.
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Robert Browning |
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Over my head his arm he flungAgainst the world.
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Robert Browning |
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There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.
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Robert Browning |
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I judge people by what they might be,--not are, nor will be.
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Robert Browning |
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Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride.
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Robert Browning |
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Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
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Robert Browning |
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Who hears music feels his solitude Peopled at once.
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Robert Browning |
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Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.
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Robert Browning |
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Never the time and the place And the loved one all together!
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Robert Browning |
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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
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Robert Browning |
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A minute's success pays the failure of years.
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Robert Browning |
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Strive and thrive!
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Robert Browning |
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Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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Robert Browning |
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That we devote ourselves to God, is seenIn living just as though no God there were.
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Robert Browning |
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Be sure that GodNe'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
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Robert Browning |
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Truth is within ourselves.
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Robert Browning |
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God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
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Robert Browning |
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Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.
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Robert Browning |
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The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clungTo their first fault, and withered in their pride.
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Robert Browning |
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Every joy is gainAnd gain is gain, however small.
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Robert Browning |
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Progress isThe law of life: man is not Man as yet.
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Robert Browning |
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Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,--Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.
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Robert Browning |
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In the morning of the world,When earth was nigher heaven than now.
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Robert Browning |
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When is man strong until he feels alone?
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Robert Browning |
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'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
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Robert Browning |
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
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Robert Browning |
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Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!
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Robert Browning |
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I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.
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Robert Browning |
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What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
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Robert Browning |
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When the fight begins within himself,A man's worth something.
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Robert Browning |
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He said true things, but called them by the wrong names.
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Robert Browning |
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Lofty designs must close in like effects.
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Robert Browning |
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Rafael made a century of sonnets.
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Robert Browning |
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Other heights in other lives, God willing.
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Robert Browning |
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Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
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Robert Browning |
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The body sprangAt once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,--no!
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Robert Browning |
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Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup.
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Robert Browning |
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A ring without a posy, and that ring mine?
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Robert Browning |
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In the great right of an excessive wrong.
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Robert Browning |
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Was never evening yetBut seemed far beautifuller than its day.
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Robert Browning |