Quotes by Browning, Robert

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool >>

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should >>

My sun sets to rise again. >>

Quotations about Autumn

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay >>

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through t >>

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn r >>

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Browning, Robert