John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Robert Browning. (18121889) 7058
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
Paracelsus. Part i. 7059
Truth is within ourselves.
Paracelsus. Part i. 7060
Are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.
Paracelsus. Part i. 7061
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
Paracelsus. Part ii. 7062
Error has no end.
Paracelsus. Part iii. 7063
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Paracelsus. Part iv. 7064
Every joy is gain And gain is gain, however small.
Paracelsus. Part iv. 7065
Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling But when another rock would crown the work.
Paracelsus. Part iv. 7066
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.
Paracelsus. Part iv. 7067
I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Paracelsus. Part v. 7068
Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
Paracelsus. Part v.