Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

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

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt and he where I he might not sing so wildly well a mortal melody while a bolder note then this might swell from my lyre in the sky.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

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