While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh - but smile no more.

In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace - Radiant palace - reared its head.

Few persons can be made to believe that it is not quite an easy thing to invent a method of secret writing which shall baffle investigation. Yet it may be roun…

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, …

Image:that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.

I rhyme To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

The lesson is that dying men must groan; And poets groan in rhymes that please the ear.