Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning
Whats a mans age? He must hurry more, thats all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold. – Robert Browning
Where the apple reddens never pry — lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I. – Robert Browning
Whats a mans age? He must hurry more, thats all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold. – 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
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded oer the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. – Robert Browning