Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

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