Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
I count life just a stuff to try the souls strength on. – Robert Browning