In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.

But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Democracy is a very admirable form of government - for dogs