From A Proud Tower In The Town,

If You Wish To Forget Anything On The Spot, Make A Note That This Thing Is To Be Remembered.

And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

Odors Have An Altogether Peculiar Force, In Affecting Us Through Association; A Force Differing Essentially From That Of Objects Addressing The Touch, The Taste, The Sight Or The Hearing.

Beauty Is The Sole Legitimate Province Of The Poem.

In Efforts To Soar Above Our Nature, We Invariably Fall Below It.