The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours

Dogs Are Better Than Human Beings Because They Know But Do Not Tell.

Our Little Kinsmen After Rain In Plenty May Be Seen, A Pink And Pulpy Multitude The Tepid Ground Upon; A Needless Life If Seemed To Me Until A Little Bird As To A Hospitality Advanced And Breakfasted.

Within Thy Grave! Oh No, But On Some Other Flight - Thou Only Camest To Mankind To Rend It With Good Night

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away Nor Any Coursers Like A Page Of Prancing Poetry.