Maxioms by Robert Browning
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
