Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.

If you have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the confusion of mind occasioned by wind and spry together. They blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or reflection.

It is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with duty or with truth.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.