The Past Is A Pebble In My

There Are Moments When, Even To The Sober Eye Of Reason, The World Of Our Sad Humanity Must Assume The Aspect Of Hell.

I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere Of Sorrow.

A Wise Man Hears One Word And Understands Two.

Quaff, Oh Quaff This Kind Nepenthe, And Forget This Lost Lenore!

For The Moon Never Beams Without Bringing Me Dreams Of The Beautiful Annabel Lee