Robert Browning ( 10 of 73 )
So may glory from defect arise.
So may glory from defect arise.
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as
before;
The evil is null, is read more
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as
before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;
What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
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For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
In the earthen vessel, holding treasure,
But the main thing is, does it hold good measure
Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves,
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
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.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird
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In some time, his good time, I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird
In his good time.
Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her read more
Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me--
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais)--
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy."
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.
Why comes temptation but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
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Why comes temptation but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?
