And I Fell Violently On My Face.

O, Times! O, Manners! It Is My Opinion That You Are Changing Sadly Your Dominion I Mean The Reign Of Manners Hath Long Ceased, For Men Have None At All, Or Bad At Least; And As For Times, Altho' 'tis Said By Many The "good Old Times" Were Far The Worst Of Any, Of Which Sound Doctrine I Believe Each Tittle Yet Still I Think These Worst A Little. I've Been A Thinking -isn't That The Phrase?- I Like Your Yankee Words And Yankee Ways - I've Been A Thinking, Whether It Were Best To Take Things Seriously, Or All In Jest

Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer Night.

I Wish I Could Write As Mysterious As A Cat.

The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls.

Every Poem Should Remind The Reader That They Are Going To Die.