Chapter

1 1|         Every suicide is an awful poem of sorrow. Where will you
2 1|           fiascos, made for him a poem without end. Shapes and
3 1|       dark and full of color as a poem of Byron's; then came classic
4 2|        moment, in the middle of a poem, during some train of thought,
5 3| inconciliable!" ~"He is writing a poem!" exclaimed the old professor. ~"
6 3|         You think he is writing a poem, sir? It's a very absorbing
7 3|           import. ~A poet makes a poem of everything; it is tragical
8 3|    compassion produced a terrible poem of mourning and melancholy.