Robert Browning

I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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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.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, God be thanked! I do not.

Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.

Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?