What should I be but just what I am?

it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.