It Would Be Mockery To Call Such

Hear The Sledges With The Bells, Silver Bells! What A World Of Merriment Their Melody Foretells! How They Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, In The Icy Air Of Night, While The Stars That Oversprinkle All The Heavens Seem To Twinkle With A Crystalline Delight: Keeping Time, Time, Time, In A Sort Of Runic Rhyme To The Tintinnabulation That So Musically Wells From The Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells-- From The Jingling And The Tingling Of The Bells.

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow

Literature Is The Most Noble Of Professions. In Fact, It Is About The Only One Fit For A Man.

For Years Your Name Never Passed My Lips, While My Soul Drank In, With A Delirious Thirst, All That Was Uttered In My Presence Respecting You.