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

That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities.

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

The sole purpose is to provide infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the eternal thirst TO KNOW which is forever unquenchable within it, since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul's self.

Once upon a midnight dreary

And I fell violently on my face.

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well