“Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and…”

“He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.”

“Fearful concatenation of circumstances.”

“That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full…”

“And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.”

“Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.”