"What, know you not […] That love must kiss that Mortal’s eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare— No wisdom won with weariness; But Love goes in with Folly’s dress— No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in To Arcady, to Arcady."

"Ah woe is me, through all my days Wisdom and wealth I both have got, And fame and name and great men’s praise; But Love, ah! Love I have it not."

"A pitcher of mignonette, In a tenement's highest casement: Queer sort of flower-pot—yet That pitcher of mignonette Is a garden in heaven set, To the little sick child in the basement— The pitcher of mignonette, In the tenement's highest casement."

"Off with your hat as the flag goes by! And let the heart have its say; You're man enough for a tear in your eye That you will not wipe away."

"Lightly we follow our cue, Exit, pursued by a bear."

"Amœbas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart, And started Sex."

"Thus have I sorrowed, Learning to my cost That a book that's borrowed Is a book that's lost!"

"I love her doubting and anguish; I love the love she withholds; I love my love that loveth her And anew her being moulds."

"The Smile of her I love is like the dawn Whose touch makes Memnon sing: O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows— The barren desert blossoms as the rose!"

"Not from the whole wide world I chose thee— Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea! The wide, wide world could not inclose thee, For thou art the whole wide world to me."

"Shake was a dramatist of note; He lived by writing things to quote."

"What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants the friend of sun and sky; He plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty, towering high; He plants a home to heaven anigh For song and mother-croon of bird In hushed and happy twilight heard— The treble of heaven's harmony— These things he plants who plants a tree."

"The pennycandystore beyond the El is where I first fell in love with unreality"

"It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant"

"Poetry is the shadow cast by our imaginations."

"I was the all-American boy, the Eagle Scout. I remember I was at my girlfriend's apartment, and there were these strange publications like The Nation and The New Republic. I started looking at them and thought, "Gee, this is weird; people saying things against America?" It was an awakening. On the East Coast, I'd never even heard of conscientious objectors."

"It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses."

"But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven By man is cursed alway!"

"The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel."

"One lamp—thy mother's love—amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and, before The throne of God burn through eternity— Holy—as it was lit and lent thee here."

"They are all up—the innumerable stars— And hold their place in heaven. […] There they stand, Shining in order, like a living hymn Written in light, awaking at the breath Of the celestial dawn, and praising Him Who made them, with the harmony of spheres."

"At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city."

"For it stirs the blood in an old man’s heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye."

"He who binds His soul to knowledge steals the key of heaven."

"Let us weep in our darkness—but weep not for him! Not for him—who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him—who has died full of honor and years! Not for him—who ascended Fame’s ladder so high From the round at the top he has stepp'd to the sky."

"If there is any thing that keeps the mind Open to angel visits, and repels The ministry of ill—tis human love."

"Wisdom sits alone Topmost in Heaven."

"Tell him I lingered alone on the shore, Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore; The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart But colder those wild words of doom,—“Ye must part.”"

"Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky."

"The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor Defied all portents of impending doom."

"Raven from the dim dominions On the Night's Plutonian shore, Oft I hear thy dusky pinions Wave and flutter round my door— See the shadow of thy pinions Float along the moonlit floor."

"The summer skies are darkly blue, The days are still and bright, And Evening trails her robes of gold Through the dim halls of Night."

"And still the aster greets us, as we pass, With her faint smile,—among the withered grass."

"Again the fair azalea bows Beneath her snowy crest."

"Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled, Till the slant sunbeams, through the fringes raining, Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold."

"Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow, The gentian nods, in dewy slumbers bound."

"Enchantress of the stormy seas, Priestess of Night's high mysteries!"

"When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away."

"The shy little may-flower weaves her nest; But the south wind blows o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home."

"I loved: and in the morning sky, A magic castle upward grew!"

"Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who can tell!"

"Hopeless of all he dared to hope so long, The music born within him dies away; Even the song he loved becomes a pain, Full-freighted with a yearning all in vain."

"At last the god cometh! The air runs over with splendor; The fire leaps high on the altar; Melodious thunders shake the ground. Hark to the Delphic responses! Hark! it is the god!"

"O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soul As to take the even chalice of his life and drink the whole. Noble deeds are held in honor, but the wide world sorely needs Hearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds."

"The year of jubilee has come; Gather the gifts of Earth with equal hand; Henceforth ye too may share the birthright soil, The corn, the wine, and all the harvest-home."

"Where's he that died o' yesterday? What better chance hath he To clink the can and toss the pot When this night's junkets be? For the lad that died o' yesterday Is just as dead — ho! ho! — As the whoreson knave men laid away A thousand years ago."

"I dare aver He is a brave discoverer Of climes his elders do not know. He has more learning than appears On the scroll of twice three thousand years."

"What if there be a fated day When the Faery Isle shall pass away, And its beautiful groves and fountains seem The myths of a long, delicious dream! A century's joys shall first repay Our hearts, for the evil of that day; And the Elfin-King has sworn to wed A daughter of Earth, whose child shall be, By cross and water hallowe'd, From the fairies' doom forever free. What if there be a fated day! It is far away! it is far away! Maiden, fair Maiden, I, who sing Of this summer isle am the island King."