Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beast's;
God is, they are,
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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.
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and read more
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
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What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets;
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Feast of Etheldreda, Abbess of Ely, c.678 Continuing a short series on authenticity: For the preacher's merit or demerit, It read more
Feast of Etheldreda, Abbess of Ely, c.678 Continuing a short series on authenticity: For the preacher's merit or demerit, It were to be wished the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, Which lies as safe in a golden ewer; But the main thing is, does it hold good measure? Heaven soon sets right all other matters.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.
Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
