Invisible things are the only realities.
I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps,...
I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
Darkness there, and nothing more.
If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel
The grandeur that was Rome.
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years...
I Dwelt aloneIn a world of moan,And my soul was a stagnant tide,Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride Ah, less-less bri...
Here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.
Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.Wretch, I cried, thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent...
I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!
And the Raven never flitting Still is sitting still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp...
It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity o...
You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from d...
In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.
In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls o...