Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
Where lies the land, to which the ship would go?Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know.And where the land read more
Where lies the land, to which the ship would go?Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know.And where the land she travels from?Away, far far behind, is all that they can say.
