Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. Votes: 13
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Votes: 12
Dying is a wild night and a new road. Votes: 11
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Votes: 10
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. Votes: 6
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy." Votes: 0
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. Votes: 0
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send - Votes: 0
Beauty is not caused. It is. Votes: 0
Fortune befriends the bold. Votes: 0
The brain is wider than the sky. Votes: 0
His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon! Votes: 0
My friends are my estate. Votes: 0
A wounded deer leaps the highest. Votes: 0
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. Votes: 0
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom. Votes: 0
Forever is composed of nows. Votes: 0
For love is immortality. Votes: 0
The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-. Votes: 0
I must go in, the fog is rising. Votes: 0
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. Votes: 0
Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency. Votes: 0
I dwell in possibility. Votes: 0
Where thou art, that is home. Votes: 0
Tell the truth, but tell it slant. Votes: 0
Till I loved I never lived. Votes: 0
I felt it shelter to speak to you. Votes: 0
There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else. Votes: 0
I'm nobody, who are you? Votes: 0
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane Votes: 0
The Soul selects her own Society. Votes: 0
Friends are nations in themselves. Votes: 0
I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe Votes: 0
Pain has an element of blank Votes: 0
I have an appetite for silence. Votes: 0
Hope is a thing with feathers Votes: 0
I'll tell you how the Sun rose. Votes: 0
So few that live have life ... Votes: 0
The Soul should always stand ajar. Votes: 0
To be aliveââis Power. Votes: 0
Bring me the sunset in a cup. Votes: 0
There is no frigate like a book Votes: 0
To shut your eyes is to travel. Votes: 0
I tasted life. Votes: 0
I dwell in possibilities . Votes: 0
The Truth never flaunted a sign. Votes: 0
Home is the definition of God. Votes: 0
A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot. Votes: 0
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself. Votes: 0
Wonder is not precisely knowing. Votes: 0
Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. Votes: 0
This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound. Votes: 0
Hope . . . never stops at all. Votes: 0
Forever is made up of nows. Votes: 0
Sunrise: day's great progenitor. Votes: 0
If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. Votes: 0
Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour Then fling us poor Out of the purple door. Votes: 0
I dwell in possiblities. Votes: 0
Action is redemption. Votes: 0
Noon - is the Hinge of Day - ... Votes: 0
To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-. Votes: 0
Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love. Votes: 0
Beauty crowds me till I die. Votes: 0
Forever is comprised of nows. Votes: 0
When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person. Votes: 0
Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Votes: 0
Love is like life-merely longer. Votes: 0
Looking at Death, is Dying - ... Votes: 0
The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified. Votes: 0
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out Votes: 0
Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity. Votes: 0
Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. Votes: 0
The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas. Votes: 0
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain. Votes: 0
Love can do all but raise the Dead. Votes: 0
Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan. Votes: 0
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish -- Votes: 0
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Votes: 0
Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none. Votes: 0
Truth - is as old as God - ... Votes: 0
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Votes: 0
It is finished, is never said of us Votes: 0
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. Votes: 0
My business is circumference. Votes: 0
Judge tenderly of me. Votes: 0
A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels. Votes: 0
I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior â for Doors. Votes: 0
Remorse is memory awake. Votes: 0
A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. Votes: 0