Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.
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.
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.
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.
It's a long time between drinks.
It's a long time between drinks.
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.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, read more
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to flight better,
Sleep to wake.
Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.
Love, hope, fear, faith--these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
