Maxioms by Robert Browning
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in read more
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph?
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
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.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
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.
