Robert Browning

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A small twig ladder with a glove draped over its top stands beneath a pale crescent moon. — Original artwork

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?

Robert Browning

A small orange block staircase with a tiny gold trophy on the top step against a teal background. — Original artwork

A minute’s success pays the failure of years.

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A row of autumn leaves growing fainter from left to right on a brown background. — Original artwork

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

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A glass orb filled with swirling violet light rests on a small clear stand against a dark indigo background. — Original artwork

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, — all were for me

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An empty gold birdcage has its door open while a pale feather drifts beside it against a deep red background. — Original artwork

Deeds let escape are never to be done.

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A wicker basket overflows with crumpled pale paper, with loose pieces scattered beside it on a teal surface. — Original artwork

Error has no end.

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A miniature wooden staircase with a railing stands on a plain blue-grey tabletop. — Original artwork

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

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Two worn wooden chairs face a round table with two cups and a small vase in warm afternoon light. — Original artwork

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, “A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”

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A white bowl of water reflects golden light beside a folded linen cloth against pale blue-grey. — Original artwork

If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.

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A wilted pale flower rests on an empty wooden chair in a softly lit blue room. — Original artwork

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.

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A rough clay pot sits beside an oval mirror reflecting a smooth finished pot, with small clay scraps on a terracotta surface. — Original artwork

I judge people by what they might be,—not are, nor will be.

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A small green seedling pushes through cracked orange earth. — Original artwork

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

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A folded, slightly torn pink paper heart rests on a windowsill against a dusky sky. — Original artwork

Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!

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A folded paper bridge between two rocky ledges, one end resting on three stacked pebbles, surrounded by clouds. — Original artwork

That low man seeks a little thing to do,

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A narrow upright pane of clear glass stands beside a small white flower and mossy stone against a grey background. — Original artwork

The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.

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A small mask with one rough black half and one smooth pink half. — Original artwork

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

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Two sculpted hands reach toward each other with a small warm glow between their fingertips against a dark blue background. — Original artwork

The moment eternal — just that and no more — When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!

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Small empty slate chair facing a standing oval mirror — Original artwork

Truth is within ourselves.

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Golden honey spills over the edge of a chipped mug beside a bent rusty nail on a dark surface. — Original artwork

We loved, sir — used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet!

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Painterly tall green grass blade holding dew drops against a lavender and gold dawn. — Original artwork

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

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A cracked hand mirror leans against a red boxing glove on dark cloth. — Original artwork

When the fight begins within himself, A man ‘s worth something.

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A black vinyl record leans against an orange paper boat on a slate grey surface. — Original artwork

Who hears music feels his solitude Peopled at once.

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A glowing pale egg rests in a nest of soft fibres inside a blue-grey ceramic bowl. — Original artwork

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

Robert Browning

Two worn wooden chairs face a round table with two cups and a small vase in warm afternoon light. — Original artwork

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made.

Robert Browning