Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning