Robert Browning

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure read more

Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.

No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.

No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.

A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one--
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A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one--
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
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Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed
As, God be thanked! I do not.