Maxioms by Robert Browning
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
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It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
So may glory from defect arise.
So may glory from defect arise.
