...crown of life, is so gross that at times he cannot help perceiving it. How perplexed Grows belief ! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart : Crumble it, and what comes next ? Is it God ? Yes, he will tell us. These passions and follies, however desperate in themselves and however vain...

...DRAMATIC LYRICS Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part. Have thy pleasure! How perplexed Grows belief! st, yet The . . . one might know I talked of Mildred — thus We brothers talk ! Merto WOMEN AND ROSES. L 1 in.1: MI of a red-rose tree. 10 And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose...

...break?" — Dear, the pang is brief: Do thy part, Have thy pleasure! — How perplexed 75 Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God? 80 A WOMAN'S LAST WORD (1855) Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love,...

...But they break?' Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure. How perplext Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart. Crumble it — and what comes next? Is it God? THE GUARDIAN-ANGEL A PICTURE AT FA NO [1856.] DEAR and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child,...

...the pang is brief. Do thy part, Have thy pleasure. How perplext Grows belief ! Well, this cold clny clod Was man's heart. Crumble it, — and what comes next ? Is it God ? ROBEKT BROWNING. BLIGHTED LOVE. FLOWERS an\ fresh, and bushes gi-een, Cheerily the linnets sing ;...

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