And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.