Robert Browning

It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking read more

It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more

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