If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Finite to fail but infinite to venture.
The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What lib...
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
I like a look of agony, because I know it's true
In this short lifethat only lasts ah hour
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? For beauty, I replied. And I for truth,—the two ar...
Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,
The hearts that never lean must fall.
Art is a house that tries to be haunted.
Till I loved I never lived.
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again I shall not live in vain.
There is no Frigate like a book.