Maxioms by Robert Browning
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
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What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets;
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
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.
