Few Persons Can Be Made To Believe

Mournful And Never-ending Remembrance.

To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

Let Us Dismiss, As Irrelevant To The Poem Per Se, The Circumstance ... Which, In The First Place, Gave Rise To The Intention Of Composing A Poem That Should Suit At Once The Popular And The Critical Taste.

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

Hear The Mellow Wedding Bells, Golden Bells! What A World Of Happiness Their Harmony Foretells Through The Balmy Air Of Night How They Ring Out Their Delight! From The Molten Golden Notes, And All In Tune What A Liquid Ditty Floats To The Turtle-dove That Listens While She Gloats On The Moon!