Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – Robert Browning
Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for? – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
Thats the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! – Robert Browning