Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
Good, to forgive;
Best to forget.
Good, to forgive;
Best to forget.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
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.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
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And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
And gain is gain, however small.
And gain is gain, however small.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?
