Once upon a midnight dreary

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

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

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.