I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!
Quote by Robert Browning
Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the...
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by...
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave...
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
This is our master, famous, calm, and dead, Borne on our shoulders.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what...
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he...
Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than...
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?