Maxioms by Robert Browning
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking read more
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Good, to forgive;
Best to forget.
Good, to forgive;
Best to forget.
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.
