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

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

The Romans worshipped their standard; and the Roman standard happened to be an eagle. Our standard is only one tenth of an eagle,--a dollar, but we make all even by adoring it with tenfold devotion.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.