TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.