Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

One age is like another for the soul.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.