Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.

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.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

[E]very plot, worth the name, must be elaborated to its dénouement before anything be attempted with the pen. It is only with the dénouement constantly in view that we can plot its indispensable air of consequence, or causation, by making the incidents, and especially the tone at all points tend to the development of the intention.

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.