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Dichter (England, 1812 - 1889).
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Robert Browning wäre heute 211 Jahre, 11 Monate, 24 Tage oder 77.426 Tage alt.
Geboren am 07.05.1812
Gestorben am 12.12.1889
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Our low life was the level's and the night's; He's for the morning.
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Poetry puts the infinite within the finite.
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Progress is the law of life; man is not a man as yet.
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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.
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Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend, - It all comes to the same thing at the end, Since mine thou wast, mine art, and mine shalt be.
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Reads verse and thinks she understands.
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.
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Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.
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She had A heart-how shall I say? - too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
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Sidney's self, the starry paladin.
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So absolutely good is truth, truth never hurts The teller.
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So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
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So, Pietro craved an heir, (The story always old and always new).
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Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
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Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
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Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
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Sun-treader, life and light be thine for ever!
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Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm-chair When gout and glory seat me there.
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Take away love, and our life is a tomb.
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That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him.