[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The ho...rse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Hope" is the thing with feathers-- That perches in the soul--... And sings the tunes without the words-- And never stops--at all--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The feathers of the willow Are half of them grown yellow... Above the swelling stream; And ragged are the bushes, And rusty now the rushes, And wild the clouded gleam.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Off south, the bison multiply so fast a slaughter's mandatory every spring... and every spring the creeks get fat and Kicking Horse fills up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross, To see an old woman get up on her horse.... Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Horse, you flame thrower, you shark-mouthed man,... you laughter at the end of poems, you brown furry locomotive whipping the snow, I am a pale shadow beside you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,... Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »