John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Page 704
| Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued) |
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| I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time. |
| Paracelsus. Part i. |
| 7059 |
| Truth is within ourselves. |
| Paracelsus. Part i. |
| 7060 |
| Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver,— One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge. |
| Paracelsus. Part i. |
| 7061 |
| God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations. |
| Paracelsus. Part ii. |
| 7062 |
| Error has no end. |
| Paracelsus. Part iii. |
| 7063 |
| The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride. |
| Paracelsus. Part iv. |
| 7064 |
| Every joy is gain And gain is gain, however small. |
| Paracelsus. Part iv. |
| 7065 |
| Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling But when another rock would crown the work. |
| Paracelsus. Part iv. |
| 7066 |
| The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head. |
| Paracelsus. Part iv. |
| 7067 |
| 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. |
| Paracelsus. Part v. |
| 7068 |
| Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet. |
| Paracelsus. Part v. |