Robert Browning Quote Explained: For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

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That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.

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Justice

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Day! Faster and more fast. O’er night’s brim, day boils at last.

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· England

Faster
Night

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Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, – Only sleep.

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

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Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

Survival

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Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

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Where the apple reddens never pry – lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

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There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

Music
Piano

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

- Robert Browning

Poet

· England

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o’ the prize of learning love.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o’ the prize of learning love.

That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.

Day! Faster and more fast. O’er night’s brim, day boils at last.

Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, – Only sleep.

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Where the apple reddens never pry – lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

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

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user.

It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain

Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o’ the prize of learning love.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o’ the prize of learning love.

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