My next thought concerned the choice of an impression, or effect, to be conveyed: and here I may as well observe that, throughout the construction, I kept steadily in view the design.

No thinking being lives who, at some luminous point of his life of thought, has not felt himself lost amid the surges of futile efforts at understanding, or believing, that anything exists greater than his own soul.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

Once upon a midnight dreary

Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

I fell in love with melancholy