At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.
I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
To HelenI saw thee once-once only-years ago;I must not say how many-but not many.It was a july midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway...
I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the de...
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
I have graven it within the hills, and my vengeance upon the dust within the rock.
I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the...
Of puns it has been said that those most dislike who are least able to utter them.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.
The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled eve...
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
The best things in life make you sweaty.
Deep in earth my love is lyingAnd I must weep alone.
We have a task before us which must be speedily performed. We know that it will be ruinous to make delay. The most important crisis of our life calls, trumpet-tongued, for immediate energy and action....
