And My Soul From Out That Shadow

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary

I Was A Child And She Was A Child, In This Kingdom By The Sea; But We Loved With A Love That Was More Than Love- I And My Annabel Lee; With A Love That The Winged Seraphs Of Heaven Coveted Her And Me.

The Ninety And Nine Are With Dreams, Content But The Hope Of The World Made New, Is The Hundredth Man Who Is Grimly Bent On Making Those Dreams Come True.

The Nose Of A Mob Is Its Imagination. By This, At Any Time, It Can Be Quietly Led.

The Customs Of The World Are So Many Conventional Follies.