John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued) |
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| When the fight begins within himself, A man ’s worth something. |
| Men and Women. Bishop Blougram’s Apology. |
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| The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o’erlace the sea. |
| Cleon. |
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| And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again. |
| Cleon. |
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| Rafael made a century of sonnets. |
| One Word more. ii. |
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| Other heights in other lives, God willing. |
| One Word more. xii. |
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| God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides,—one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her! |
| One Word more. xvii. |
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| Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas, Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it; Drew one angel—borne, see, on my bosom! |
| One Word more. xix. |
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| The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead. |
| Count Gismond. xiii. |
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| Over my head his arm he flung Against the world. |
| Count Gismond. xix. |
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| Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God’s skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid! |
| Instans Tyrannus. vii. |
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| Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar. |
| Waring. ii. |
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| Sing, riding’s a joy! For me I ride. |
| The last Ride together. vii. |
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| When the liquor’s out, why clink the cannikin? |
| The Flight of the Duchess. xvi. |