Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.
All service is the same with God. - Robert Browning
All service is the same with God.
- Robert Browning
Death: the grand perhaps. - Robert Browning
Death: the grand perhaps.
What so wild as words are? - Robert Browning
What so wild as words are?
Graved inside of it, "Italy". - Robert Browning
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar. - Robert Browning
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true. - Robert Browning
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
Who knows most, doubts most. - Robert Browning
Who knows most, doubts most.
Thought is the soul of act. - Robert Browning
Thought is the soul of act.
But facts are facts and flinch not. - Robert Browning
But facts are facts and flinch not.
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