On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

Quote by Robert Browning

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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an...

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an...

Progress is The law of life, man is not man as yet

Progress is The law of life, man is not man as yet

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...

Love is energy of life.

Love is energy of life.

And gain is gain, however small

And gain is gain, however small

Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.

Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...

Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.

Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.

God is the perfect poet.

God is the perfect poet.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...

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

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

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he...

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he...

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by...

All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by...

Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in...

Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in...

Every life is a profession of faith and exercises an inevitable and silent influence.

Every life is a profession of faith and exercises an inevitable and silent influence.