Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. – Robert Browning
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds? – Robert Browning