"Hark! hark! – What mean those yells – those cries? His chain some furious madman breaks! He comes! I see his glaring …"

"Farewel, thou cruel world! – to morrow No more thy scorn my heart shall tear: – The grave will shield the child of so…"

"An Author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an Animal whom every body is privileged to attack; For though All…"

"Many of the narratives can only tend to excite ideas the worst calculated for a female breast: Every thing is called …"

"A Warrior so bold, and a Virgin so bright Conversed, as They sat on the green: They gazed on each other with tender d…"

"Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said, "Offensive to Love and to me! For if ye be living, or if ye be dead, I…"

"The worms, They crept in, and the worms, They crept out, And sported his eyes and his temples about, While the Spectr…"

"Another Cleland see in Lewis rise. Why sleep the ministers of truth and law? Has the state no controul, no decent awe…"

"He was a child, and a spoiled child, but a child of high imagination; and so he wasted himself on ghost-stories and G…"

"Matthew Lewis [was] the genre's first punk, the Johnny Rotten of the Gothic novel."