Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’ said he, ‘Where can it be— This land of Eldorado?’ ‘Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,’ The shade replied,— ‘If you seek for Eldorado!

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.

-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy.

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

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry.