"Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles on miles."
—Browning, Love among the Ruins.
"Morning, evening, noon, and night,
'Praise God,' sang Theocrite."
—Browning, The Boy and the Angel.
"Take the cloak from his face and at first
Let the corpse do its worst."
—Browning, After.
"Or for a time we'll lie