A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
More quotes from Robert Browning Hamilton
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
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Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
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Finds progress, man’s distinctive mark alone, Not God’s, and not the beast’s; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
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Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.
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God’s justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
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So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.
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Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
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A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
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‘Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
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Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
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But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
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Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
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Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
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Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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No, when the fight begins within himself, A man’s worth something.
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Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
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The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o’er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
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Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
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It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
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