Maxioms by Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!
God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
