The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: lifes business being just the terrible choice. – Robert Browning