Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. – Robert Browning
Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do! – 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