Quotes by Robert Browning 1812 - 1889
Oh, to be in England Now that
April's there, And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware
Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
