That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

Quote by Robert Browning

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I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other...

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other...

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

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...

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...

Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.

Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

But facts are facts and flinch not

But facts are facts and flinch not

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never...

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never...

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting...

I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting...

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...

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, -...

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, -...

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

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

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

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one,...

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one,...

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of...

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of...

... the use of our intelligence quite properly gives us pleasure. In this respect the...

... the use of our intelligence quite properly gives us pleasure. In this respect the...