Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, read more
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,
His hundreds soon hit:
His high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
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.
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking read more
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one--
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A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one--
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than read more
It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
And do the best to climb, and get to him.
