The year – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning
The year – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – 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
Finds progress, mans distinctive mark alone, Not Gods, and not the beasts God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. – Robert Browning