Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

Load every rift with ore.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another