• Elizabeth Barrett Browning This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
    English poet 1806-1861
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar. by : Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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forest This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning Greatest-Quotations.com