“On earth are many sights of woe,

And many sounds of agony,

And many a sorrow-withered cheek,

And many a pain-dulled eye.

The wretched weep, the poor complain,

And luckless love pines on unknown,

And faintly from the midnight couch

Sounds out the sick child's moan.

Each has his care: old age fears death;

The young man's ills are pride, desire,

And heart-sickness, and in his breast

The heat of passion's fire.

All, all know grief; and at the the close,

All lie earth's spreading arms within,

The pure, the black-souled, proud and low,

Virtue, despair, and sin.

Oh, foolish, then, with pain to shrink

From the sure doom we each must meet.

Is earth so fair, or heaven so dark?

Or life so passing sweet?

No: dread yet not the fearful hour;

The coffin, and the pall's dark gloom;

For there's a calm to throbbing hearts,

And rest, down in the tomb.

Then our long journey will be o'er,

And throwing off this load of woes,

The pallid brow, the feebled limbs,

Will sink in soft repose.

Nor only this; for wise men say

That when we leave our land of care,

We float to a mysterious shore,

Peaceful, and pure, and fair.

So, welcome, death; whene'er the time

That the dread summons must be met,

I'll yield without one pang of awe,

Or sigh, or vain regret;

But like unto a wearied child,

That over field and wood all day

Has ranged and struggled, and at last,

Worn out with toil and play—

Goes up at evening to his home,

And throws him, sleepy, tired, and sore,

Upon his bed, and rests him there,

His pain and trouble o'er.”

“I assign myself no rank or any limit, and such an attitude is very much against the trend of the times. But my world has become one of infinite possibilities.”

“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.”

“A dog starv'd at his master's gate

Predicts the ruin of the state.”

“My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

And there's a barrel that I didn't fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three

Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.

But I am done with apple-picking now.”

“Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.”

“I am required to resist the distractions and the easy wine

that facilitates the annihilation of the other

and their daily bread”

“My dog worked at Taco Bell hooked us up plural

Fired a week later the manager count the churros”

One moment when the dust to-day

Against my face was turned to spray,

I dreamed the winter dream again

I dreamed when I was young at play,

Yet strangely not more sad than then—

Nothing new—

Though I am further upon my way

The same dream again.

“Or were I monarch o the globe,

Wi thee to reign, wi thee to reign,

The brightest jewel in my crown”

“Snow was general all over Ireland.”

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour”

“The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun”

“I was angry with my friend; 

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe: 

I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears: 

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night. 

Till it bore an apple bright. 

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine. 

And into my garden stole, 

When the night had veild the pole; 

In the morning glad I see; 

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.”

“Where had I heard this wind before

Change like this to a deeper roar?

What would it take my standing there for,

Holding open a restive door,

Looking down hill to a frothy shore?

Summer was past and the day was past.

Sombre clouds in the west were massed.

Out on the porch's sagging floor,

Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,

Blindly struck at my knee and missed.

Something sinister in the tone

Told me my secret must be known:

Word I was in the house alone

Somehow must have gotten abroad,

Word I was in my life alone,

Word I had no one left but God.”

“Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood.

'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.”

“Cities have sprouted up along the rivers

teeming with people at cross-purposes—

a million schemes, a million wild looks.

Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack

here and pitches his ragged tent.”

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

“Failure is only the opportunity to begin again”

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.”