Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!Collection: Valentines
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.Collection: Nature
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.Collection: Happiness
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.Collection: Nature
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.Collection: Travel
Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!Collection: Flower
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.Collection: Soul
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.Collection: Long
When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!Collection: Men
When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?Collection: Inspirational
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.Collection: Sympathy
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.Collection: Inspirational
Coquetry is the champagne of love.Collection: Coquette
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.Collection: Sleep
Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.Collection: Cutting
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.Collection: Three
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.Collection: Lying
Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.Collection: Red
And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.Collection: New Year
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.Collection: Dream
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!Collection: Summer
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.Collection: Tails
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.Collection: Ignorance
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.Collection: Fear
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.Collection: Love
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.Collection: Kissing
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.Collection: Flower
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.Collection: Heart
The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.Collection: Love
For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.Collection: Lying
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.Collection: Life
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.Collection: Ignorance
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.Collection: Life
Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.Collection: Sweet
What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.Collection: Writing
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.Collection: Sweet
Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.Collection: Pity