The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning