With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

The word "Verse" is used here as the term most convenient for expressing, and without pedantry, all that is involved in the consideration of rhythm, rhyme, meter, and versification... the subject is exceedingly simple; one tenth of it, possibly may be called ethical; nine tenths, however, appertains to the mathematics.

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt and he where I he might not sing so wildly well a mortal melody while a bolder note then this might swell from my lyre in the sky.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.