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Have they fancies — slow, perchance,
Not at their beck, which indistinctly glance
Until by song each floating part be linked
To each, and all grow palpable, distinct?
He pondered this.

— Robert Browning Sordello (1840)

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

Colombe's Birthday (1844)

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

Dramatis Personae (1864)

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.

Paracelsus (1835)

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