Maxioms by Robert Browning
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?
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Hand
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand
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Hand
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand
And grow one in the sense of this world's life.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
