A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally

There Is No Frigate Like A Book

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

The Life We Have Is Very Great. The Life That We Shall See Surpasses It, We Know, Because It Is Infinity, But When All Space Has Been Beheld And All Dominion Shown The Smallest Human Heart's Extent Reduces It To None.