Robert Browning
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Robert Browning (1812 - 1889) was a English Poet and husband of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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- ...I could count twenty such ...
Who strive ...
To paint a little thing like that you smeared
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat--
Yet do much less ... --so much less!
Well, less is more, Lucrezia: I am judged.
There burns a truer light of God in them,
In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain,
Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt
This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine. ...- Andrea del Sarto
- "Less is more" is often misattributed to architects Buckminster Fuller or Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
- "Less is more" is something of a motto for minimalist philosophy.
- Andrea del Sarto
- Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?- Source: Andrea del Sarto
- 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 the thorn;
God's in His heaven—
All's right with the world!- Pippa Passes
- Truth that's brighter than gem,
Trust, that's purer than pearl,—
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe —all were for me
In the kiss of one girl.- Summum Bonum
- "Deeds let escape are never to be done."
- Source: Sardello
- 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 from the cooks' own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.- The Pied Piper of Hamelin, 1842
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Rabbi Ben Ezra
- Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
- Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!
Not for such hopes and fears
Annulling youth's brief years,
Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!
Rather I prize the doubt
Low kinds exist without,
Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.
Poor vaunt of life indeed,
Were man but formed to feed
On joy, to solely seek and find and feast;
Such feasting ended, then
As sure an end to men;
- Let us cry, "All good things
Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"
- Be there, for once and all,
Severed great minds from small,
Announced to each his station in the Past!
- Was I, the world arraigned,
Were they, my soul disdained,
Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!
Now, who shall arbitrate?
Ten men love what I hate,
Shun what I follow, slight what I receive;
Ten, who in ears and eyes
Match me: we all surmise,
They this thing, I that: whom shall my soul believe?
- All instincts immature,
All purposes unsure,
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:
Thoughts hardly to be packed
Into a narrow act,
Fancies that broke through language and escaped;
All I could never be,
All, men ignored in me,
This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
- Fool! All that is, at all,
Lasts ever, past recall;
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure:
What entered into thee,
That was, is, and shall be:
Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
- Look not thou down but up!
To uses of a cup
- Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel?
But I need, now as then,
Thee, God, who mouldest men;
- So, take, and use thy work:
Amend what flaws may lurk,
What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim!
My times be in thy hand!
Perfect the cup as planned!
Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!
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Attributed
- A minute's success pays the failure of years.
- Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
- And gain is gain, however small.
- Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
- Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
- Faultless to a fault.
- Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
- God is the perfect poet.
- Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
- How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
- I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
- If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
- Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
- Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
- Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
- Love is energy of life.
- Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
- Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
- My sun sets to rise again.
- Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
- O lyric Love, half-angel and half-bird and all a wonder and a wild desire.
- Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
- Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
- One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
- Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
- Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.
- Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
- That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
- 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!
- 'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
- We loved, sir - used to meet: how sad and bad and mad it was - but the, how it was sweet!
- What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
- What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
- What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
- White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
- Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
- You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
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