Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

[The daguerreotype] itself must undoubtedly be regarded as the most important, and perhaps the most extraordinary triumph of modern science.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

The greater amount of truth is impulsively uttered; thus the greater amount is spoken, not written.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.