I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

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 livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.