Robert Browning

For thence,--a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,--
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
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For thence,--a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,--
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
What I aspired to be,
And was not, comforts me:
A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.

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.