It Was Night, And The Rain Fell;

I Have Great Faith In Fools,— Self-confidence My Friends Will Call It.

...if You Do Not Take It Up With You In Some Way, I Shall Be Under The Necessity Of Breaking Your Head With This Shovel

In For Ever Knowing, We Are For Ever Blessed; But To Know All Were The Curse Of A Fiend

And Then There Stole Into My Fancy, Like A Rich Musical Note, The Thought Of What Sweet Rest There Must Be In The Grave.

And My Soul From Out That Shadow That Lies Floating On The Floor, Shall Be Lifted -- Nevermore!