That I scarce was sure I heard you- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more.

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. Then the bird said "Nevermore.

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.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.