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!
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
