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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 344a36f | 'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do! | Robert Browning | ||
| 1402f36 | Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for? | Robert Browning | ||
| a340d2d | Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! | Robert Browning | ||
| 483491c | I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on. | Robert Browning | ||
| edacb49 | What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? | Robert Browning | ||
| ee5f9d9 | When the fight begins within himself,A man's worth something. | Robert Browning | ||
| 5e33672 | He said true things, but called them by the wrong names. | Robert Browning | ||
| 0cb7b8c | Lofty designs must close in like effects. | Robert Browning | ||
| d9dc84f | Rafael made a century of sonnets. | Robert Browning | ||
| a9f7c23 | Other heights in other lives, God willing. | Robert Browning | ||
| 1ce13e7 | Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought. | Robert Browning | ||
| 037b8f5 | The body sprangAt once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,--no! | Robert Browning | ||
| f7642fb | Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup. | Robert Browning | ||
| 79d2b9f | A ring without a posy, and that ring mine? | Robert Browning | ||
| ea6ad2c | In the great right of an excessive wrong. | Robert Browning | ||
| a635ce0 | Was never evening yetBut seemed far beautifuller than its day. | Robert Browning | ||
| cfbda92 | The curious crime, the fineFelicity and flower of wickedness. | Robert Browning | ||
| 64f7349 | Thy rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised)Linking our England to his Italy. | Robert Browning | ||
| 01ad518 | The sprinkled isles,Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. | Robert Browning | ||
| ac24445 | Oh never starWas lost here but it rose afar. | Robert Browning | ||
| 3efca65 | Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. | Robert Browning | ||
| 458c9c7 | Just for a handful of silver he left us,Just for a riband to stick in his coat. | Robert Browning | ||
| 18f0db7 | That great browAnd the spirit-small hand propping it. | Robert Browning | ||
| 2b9f950 | He who did well in war just earns the rightTo begin doing well in peace. | Robert Browning | ||
| 672b343 | What I aspired to be,And was not, comforts me. | Robert Browning | ||
| 9f28569 | How sad and bad and mad it was!But then, how it was sweet! | Robert Browning | ||
| 0921cde | So may a glory from defect arise. | Robert Browning | ||
| 66d0fbf | This could but have happened once,-- And we missed it, lost it forever. | Robert Browning | ||
| 3200014 | But how carve way i' the life that lies before,If bent on groaning ever for the past? | Robert Browning | ||
| 3d150e3 | God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,Rests never on the track until it reach | Robert Browning | ||
| 2eb8e1d | Good, to forgive;Dying, we live. | Robert Browning | ||
| 0d89406 | Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die? | Robert Browning | ||
| b11ce3f | Wanting is--what?Where is the blot? | Robert Browning | ||
| 92bf857 | But little do or can the best of us:That little is achieved through Liberty. | Robert Browning | ||
| cb1db7c | There is no truer truth obtainable By Man than comes of music. | Robert Browning | ||
| dcdc74c | Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone! | Robert Burns | ||
| dfa41b4 | I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union. | Robert Burns | ||
| 65e0e4f | Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. | Robert Burns | ||
| 4cd5987 | Man's inhumanity to man Man was made to Mourn. | Robert Burns | ||
| e3a4346 | Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire. | Robert Burns | ||
| 9915ec9 | On ev'ry hand it will allowed be, He's just--nae better than he should be. | Robert Burns | ||
| cc5674c | It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour. | Robert Burns | ||
| 8e70333 | His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman an' scholar. | Robert Burns | ||
| 9681338 | An' there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation. | Robert Burns |