Robert Browning

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

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.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Hand
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand
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Hand
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand
And grow one in the sense of this world's life.