What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me. – 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

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me. – 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
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning