�I find earth not grey but rosy/ Heaven not grim but fair of hue.� Robert Browning, a cherished poet of the Victorian era, has many of his poems filled with unbridled optimism. � Browning is emphatically the poet-militant, and the prophet of struggling manhood. His words are like trumpet-calls sounded in the van of man�s struggle, wafted back by winds, and heard through the din of conflict by his meaner brethren, who are obscurely fighting for good in the throng and crush of life�, very aptly remarks a critic. When Browning started writing, the attitude of the milieu was scientific and materialistic. And this means, people had lost faith in religion, morality and spirituality. He was optimistic about the existence of God and the notion of a perfect heaven. His poetry is a reflection of this, deviating from the scientific temperament typical of his age. Robert Browning is an optimist, and as an optim...