Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

The unity of effect or impression is a point of the greatest importance. It is clear, moreover, that this unity cannot be thoroughly preserved in productions whose perusal cannot be completed at one sitting.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

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

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.