I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
To be alive──is Power.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
We never know how high we areTill we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,Our statures touch the skies.The heroism we reciteWould be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the cubits warpFor f...
Those who have not found the heaven below,will fail of it above.
Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!
your brain is wider than the sky
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -
I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For hi...
An ear can break a human heartAs quickly as a spear,
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame give me the man who living makes a name.
To shut your eyes is to travel.
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep.I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all...
Much Madness is divinest Sense —To a discerning Eye —Much Sense — the starkest Madness —'Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail —Assent — and you are sane —Demur — you're straightway dangerous —And...
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing.