I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at…

His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his…

We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked of poetry….

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for…

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in…