| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Robert Browning. (18121889) (continued) |
| | | 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. |
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