The works of Edgar Allan Poe [with a mem. by R.W. Griswold].1865 |
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... door , sooner than open which in the absence of the ' Dominie , ' we would all have will- ingly perished by the peine forte et dure . In other angles were two other similar boxes , far less reverenced , indeed , but still greatly ...
... door , sooner than open which in the absence of the ' Dominie , ' we would all have will- ingly perished by the peine forte et dure . In other angles were two other similar boxes , far less reverenced , indeed , but still greatly ...
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... doors against him forever . According to Poe's own statement he ridiculed the marriage of his patron with Miss Paterson , and had a quarrel with her ; but a different story , * scarcely suitable for repetition here , was told by the ...
... doors against him forever . According to Poe's own statement he ridiculed the marriage of his patron with Miss Paterson , and had a quarrel with her ; but a different story , * scarcely suitable for repetition here , was told by the ...
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... door , and threaten- ing me with the law . Upon these three I vowed the bitterest revenge , if ever I should be so happy as to get them within my clutches ; and I believe nothing in the world but the pleasure of this anticipation ...
... door , and threaten- ing me with the law . Upon these three I vowed the bitterest revenge , if ever I should be so happy as to get them within my clutches ; and I believe nothing in the world but the pleasure of this anticipation ...
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... door , however , of the burgomaster's dwelling , the professor ventured to suggest that as the messenger had thought proper to disappear - no doubt frightened to death by the savage appearance of the burghers of Rotterdam - the pardon ...
... door , however , of the burgomaster's dwelling , the professor ventured to suggest that as the messenger had thought proper to disappear - no doubt frightened to death by the savage appearance of the burghers of Rotterdam - the pardon ...
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... I knew it was secreted , un- locked the door and went in . A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth . It was a novelty , and by no means an ungrateful one . I threw off an overcoat , took an arm - chair THE GOLD - BUG . 58.
... I knew it was secreted , un- locked the door and went in . A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth . It was a novelty , and by no means an ungrateful one . I threw off an overcoat , took an arm - chair THE GOLD - BUG . 58.
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Seite 267 - DURING THE WHOLE OF a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Seite 276 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This, all this, was in the olden Time, long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Seite 432 - And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out - out are the lights - out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,' And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Seite 267 - I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible.
Seite 352 - On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more — no more...
Seite 431 - Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo!
Seite 61 - Readily; I have solved others of an abstruseness ten thousand times greater. Circumstances, and a certain bias of mind, have led me to take interest in such riddles, and it may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma of the kind which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
Seite 274 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Seite 432 - Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.