Maxioms by Robert Browning
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf,
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England--now.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
