John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued) |
| 7091 |
| 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 hundred’s soon hit; This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That has the world here—should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him. |
| A Grammarian’s Funeral. |
| 7092 |
| Lofty designs must close in like effects. |
| A Grammarian’s Funeral. |
| 7093 |
| The sin I impute to each frustrute ghost Is—the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say. |
| The Statue and the Bust. |
| 7094 |
| Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. |
| Childe Roland to the dark Tower came. xxxiii. |
| 7095 |
| Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat. |
| The lost Leader. i. |
| 7096 |
| We shall march prospering,—not thro’ his presence; Songs may inspirit us,—not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,—while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire. |
| The lost Leader. ii. |
| 7097 |
| They are perfect; how else?—they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?—we have time in store. |
| Old Pictures in Florence. xvi. |
| 7098 |
| What’s come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes. |
| Old Pictures in Florence. xvii. |