I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind— The Mind Is A Single State— The Heart And The Mind Together Make A Single Continent— One—is The Population— Numerous Enough— This Ecstatic Nation Seek—it Is Yourself.

Drunkards Of Summer Are Quite As Frequent As Drunkards Of Wine.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way