Maxioms by Robert Browning
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
And do the best to climb, and get to him.
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
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That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,
His hundreds soon hit:
His high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird
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In some time, his good time, I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird
In his good time.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
