With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Grammar is the analysis of language.
No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
As a viewed myself in a fragment of looking-glass..., I was so impressed with a sense of vague awe at my appearance ... that I was seized with a violent tremour.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.