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.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

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.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.