God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- Paracelsus, Part ii
Who in his person acts his own creations.
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- Paracelsus, Part ii
Related:
- That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.
Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part... - Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part... - The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault,
and withered in their pride. -- Robert Browning (1812... - Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver,
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when... - God 's in his heaven:
All 's right with the world.
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Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Pippa Passes, Part... - I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,
what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless... - I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy,
an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even... - Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Paracelsus, Part... - Let him who plays the monarch be a king;
Who plays the rogue,
be perfect in his part. --...
