We Gave Him A Hearty Welcome, For

But In The Expression Of The Countenance, Which Was Beaming All Over With Smiles, There Still Lurked (incomprehensible Anomalyl) That Fitful Strain Of Melancholy Which Will Ever Be Found Inseparable From The Perfection Of The Beautiful.

-ev'n With Us The Breath Of Science Dims The Mirror Of Our Joy.

I Have No Words Alas! To Tell The Loveliness Of Loving Well

That The Play Is The Tragedy, “man,” And Its Hero, The Conqueror Worm.

Deep Into That Darkness Peering, Long I Stood There Wondering, Fearing, Doubting, Dreaming Dreams No Mortals Ever Dared To Dream Before; But The Silence Was Unbroken, And The Stillness Gave No Token, And The Only Word There Spoken Was The Whispered Word, "lenore?" This I Whispered, And An Echo Murmured Back The Word, "lenore!" — Merely This, And Nothing More