The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – 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
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – 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
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning