The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.
Robert BrowningShakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!
Robert BrowningFor life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
Robert Browning