He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.