Quote #2
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
More from Robert Browning
- Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
- And gain is gain, however small.
- The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on th…
- Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup…
- Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
- Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
- We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!
- Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.