Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – 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
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – 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
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning