I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.