Robert Browning

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven
What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

In the great right of an excessive wrong.

In the great right of an excessive wrong.

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!

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt read more

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,
'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in read more

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph?