|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Browning. (18121889) (continued)|
| Italy, my Italy!|
Queen Marys saying serves for me
(When fortunes malice
Lost her Calais):
Open my heart, and you will see
Graved inside of it Italy.
| De Gustibus. ii.|
| Thats the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,|
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
| Home-Thoughts from Abroad. ii.|
| God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear,|
To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.
| Saul. vi.|
| How good is mans life, the mere living! how fit to employ|
All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
| Saul. ix.|
| T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do.|
| Saul. xviii.|
| O woman-country! 1 wooed not wed,|
Loved all the more by earths male-lands,
Laid to their hearts instead.
| By the Fireside. vi.|
| That great brow|
And the spirit-small hand propping it.
| By the Fireside. xxiii.|
| If two lives join, there is oft a scar.|
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.
| By the Fireside. xlvi.|
| Only I discern|
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
| Two in the Campagna. xii.|