Robert Browning

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in read more

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph?

And gain is gain, however small.

And gain is gain, however small.

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.

God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!

God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!

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.