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.
To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)- ecrable.
-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy.
We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal
In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.
Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.