Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum forelevatas.
Ebn Zaiat.
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform.
Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hue […]
Sub conservatione formae specificae salva anima.
Raymond Lully.
I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is […]
Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and single.
Plato: Sympos.
With a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul from our fir […]
Slid, if these be your "passados" and "montantes," I'll have none o' them.
Ned Knowles.
The Baron Ritzner von Jung was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into an […]
Alcman. The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent.
"Listen to me," said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head.
"The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by th […]
Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not-especially under the circumstances. Through the desire of all parties co […]
In the consideration of the faculties and impulses — of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has b […]
Nullus enim locus sine genio est.
Servius.
"La Musique," says Marmontel, in those "Contes Moraux" which in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling "Moral Tales," as if in mockery of […]
Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul.
La Bruyère.
It was well said of a certain German book that "_er lasst sich nicht lesen_" - it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which […]
The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then p […]
The chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned […]
During the dread reign of the Cholera in New York, I had accepted the invitation of a relative to spend a fortnight with him in the retirement of his _cottage ornee_ on the banks of the Hudson. We had here around us all the ordinary means of summe […]
TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and […]
After the very minute and elaborate paper by Arago, to say nothing of the summary in 'Silliman's Journal,' with the detailed statement just published by Lieutenant Maury, it will not be supposed, of course, that in offering a few hurri […]
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