“...Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve:After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc nselve The sweet especial ...”

“...O if we but knew what to do When we delve or hew Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being s slender,”

“NOT, Ill not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwistslack they may bethese last strands of manIn me r, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not ...”

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God.”

“All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.”

“What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”