Because I could not stop for Death– He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Ourselves– And Immortality.
We slowly drove–He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure ...  [+]

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the ...  [+]

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading–treading–till it seemed That Sense was breaking through–
And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum– Kept ...  [+]

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you–Nobody–too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise–you know!
How dreary–to be–Somebody! How public–like a Frog– To tell one’s name–the ...  [+]

I taste a liquor never brewed – 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl – 
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of ...  [+]

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of ...  [+]