Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. – Robert Browning
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. – Robert Browning
Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning