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Dichter (England, 1812 - 1889).

Robert Browning · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

Robert Browning wäre heute 212 Jahre, 5 Monate, 25 Tage oder 77.610 Tage alt.

Geboren am 07.05.1812
Gestorben am 12.12.1889
Sternzeichen: ♉ Stier

• How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ / All the heart and the soul and the sense for ever in joy!

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• How the March sun fells like May!

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• How very hard it is / To be a Christian!

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• How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come.

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• I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on, educe the man.

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• I find earth not grey but rosy, Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy. Do I stand and stare? All's blue.

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• I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

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• I knew you once: but in Paradise, If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.

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• I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

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• I pluck the rose And love it more than tongue can speak- Then the good minute goes.

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• I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be- My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and thankfulness! Take back the hope you gave, - I claim Only a memory of the same.

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• I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O'er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!

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• I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three.

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• I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute!

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• I was ever a fighter, so-one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay gladlife's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.

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• I was so young, I loved him so, I had No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.

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• I will speak now, No longer watch you as you sit Reading by fire-light, that great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it, Mutely.

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• I would that you were all to me, You that are just so much, no more.

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• If two lives join, there is oft a scar, They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.

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• If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.

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