Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving that makes it fat |
Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- . |
Beauty is not caused. It is. |
Beauty is not caused. It is. |
Beauty is not caused. It is. |
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. |
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent. |
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent. |
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. "Dissolve" says Death—The Spirit "Sir I have another Trust"— Death doubts it—Argues from the Ground— The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay. |
Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust. |
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes And dim approach But brave at last with Bugles |
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell. |
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb? |
Dreams are the subtle Dower/ That make us rich an Hour/ Then fling us poor/ Out of the purple door. |
Dwell in possibility. |