Invisible things are the only realities.
I am SHADOW, and my dwelling is near to theCatacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusionwhich border upon the foul Charonian canal. And then did we, theseven, start from our seats i...
And I fell violently on my face.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls...
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.
The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of m...
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.
I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.
But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my...
And if I died, at least I diedFor thee! for thee
And all my days are trances,And all my nightly dreamsAre where thy dark eye glances,And where thy footstep gleams
In spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the less-So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that towered a...
The grandeur that was Rome.
On desperate seas long wont to roam Thy hyacinth hair they classic face Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinionThat you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased,For men have none at all, or bad at least;And as for times, altho' 'tis sai...
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...