Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Poems of Robert Browning

141. Verse-Making Was Least of My Virtues 1/3/2003
142. Waring 5/13/2001
143. Why I Am a Liberal 1/3/2003
144. Women And Roses 5/13/2001
145. You'll Love Me Yet 1/3/2003
146. Youth and Art 5/13/2001

The Lost Leader


Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat---
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote;
They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,
So much was theirs who so little allowed:
How all our copper had gone for his service!

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