Jacob
HE
dwelt among "apartments let,"
About five stories high;
A man I thought that none would get,
And very few would try.
A
boulder, by a larger stone
Half hidden in the mud,
Fair as a man when only one
Is in the neighborhood.
He
lived unknown, and few could tell
When Jacob was not free;
But he has got a wife,--and O!
The difference to me!
--Phoebe Cary
True
pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
In palaces and towers where
The voice of Grandeur dwells.
No!
Seek it where high Nature holds
Her court 'mid stately groves,
Where she her majesty unfolds,
And in fresh beauty moves;
--Charlotte Bronte
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
--Emily Dickinson
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
Inamour'd god of day,
With his soft handkercher of light,
Kist the wet pearles away.
--Richard Lovelace