Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Forever is composed of nows.
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
Anger as soon as fed is dead - Tis starving makes it fat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead, 'tis starving makes it fat.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away.
My friends are my estate.
My only sketch, profile, of heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them.
The brain is wider than the sky.
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Where thou art, that is home.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.