Maxioms by Robert Browning
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.
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 free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
