Robert Browning

This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.

This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.

No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.

No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote.

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
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What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets;
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.