Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
