human
Est fuga, volvitur rota; On we drift: where looms the dim port?
gpt
Over our heads truth and nature-- Still our life's zigzags and dodges, Ins and outs, weaving a new legislature-- God's gold just shining its last where that lodges, Palled beneath man's usurpature.
human
; when the organist breaks out, as the fugue's intricacy grows,
gpt
But where's music, the dickens? we hear Browning mocking the indignant inquiries of similar purport so often raised by his readers. _Master Hugues_ could only have been written by one who, with a childlike purity of vision for truth and nature, for the shining of
human
God's gold and the glimpses of the
gpt
had also a keen perception and instinctive delight in every filament of the web of human