Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he ? uttered pulses when he said, Good-morning, and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich yes, richer than a king And admirably schooled in every grace: In ? ne, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm...