“We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.”

“Till I loved I never liked enough.”

“A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think.”

“You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.”

“My dying tutor told me that he would like to live till I had been a poet, but Death was much of Mob as I could master-then-And when far afterward-a sudden light on Orchards, or a new fashion in the wind troubled my attention- I felt a palsy, here- the Verses just relieve-" (174)”

“I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil? He twirled a button, Without a glance my way: “But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to-day?”

“Till I loved I never lived.”