Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore.

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.