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All instincts immature,
All purposes unsure,
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:
Thoughts hardly to be packed
Into a narrow act,
Fancies that broke through language and escaped;
All I could never be,
All, men ignored in me,
This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.

— Robert Browning Dramatis Personae (1864)

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

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Let us cry, "All good things
Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"

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Inscribe all human effort with one word,
Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

The Ring and the Book (1868)

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

Men and Women (1855)

God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.

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