There are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half credence in the supernatural, by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a character that, as mere coincidences, the intellect has been unable to receive them.

That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.

...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.