A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning Hamilton

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
Robert Browning Hamilton

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Robert Browning Hamilton

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Robert Browning Hamilton

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.
Robert Browning Hamilton

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Robert Browning Hamilton

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Robert Browning Hamilton

No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Robert Browning Hamilton

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Robert Browning Hamilton

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Robert Browning Hamilton

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Robert Browning Hamilton