Robert Browning Quotes
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees / (If our loves remain) / In an English lane, / By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies.
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Now, who shall arbitrate? / Ten men love what I hate, / Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; / Ten who in ears and eyes / Match me: we all surmise, / They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe?
- Robert Browning
