“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be ... [+]

Because I could not stop for Death– He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Ourselves– And Immortality.
We slowly drove–He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my ... [+]

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you–Nobody–too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise–you know!
How dreary–to be–Somebody! How public–like a Frog– To tell ... [+]

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of ... [+]

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading–treading–till it seemed That Sense was breaking through–
And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum– ... [+]

A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise ... [+]

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I ... [+]

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties, by ... [+]

I taste a liquor never brewed – 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl – 
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of ... [+]