The People I Want To Hear About

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know. His House Is In The Village Though; He Will Not See Me Stopping Here To Watch His Woods Fill Up With Snow.