Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

And I fell violently on my face.

To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)- ecrable.

As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy ... a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.

There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.