Maxioms by Robert Browning
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.
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?
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
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It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
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?
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.