There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

For by superior energies; more strict Affiance in each other; faith more firm In their unhallowed principles; the bad Have fairly earned a victory o'er the wea…

Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.

Society became my glittering bride.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

Words have the power to release pent-up emotions as well as to define them in rational and meaningful terms.