Maxioms by Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, read more
Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, God be thanked! I do not.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and read more
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
