The works of Edgar Allan Poe [with a mem. by R.W. Griswold].1865 |
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... wall , topped with a bed of mortar and broken glass , encom- passed the whole . This prison - like rampart formed the limit of our domain ; beyond it we saw but thrice a week - once every Saturday afternoon , when , attended by two ...
... wall , topped with a bed of mortar and broken glass , encom- passed the whole . This prison - like rampart formed the limit of our domain ; beyond it we saw but thrice a week - once every Saturday afternoon , when , attended by two ...
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... walls of this venerable academy , I passed yet not in tedium or disgust , the years of the third lustrum of my life . The teeming brain of childhood requires no external world of incident to occupy or amuse it ; and the apparently ...
... walls of this venerable academy , I passed yet not in tedium or disgust , the years of the third lustrum of my life . The teeming brain of childhood requires no external world of incident to occupy or amuse it ; and the apparently ...
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... wall , so as to get a good pur- chase , and pushing with all his force , while his companions pulled with all theirs , the trunk , with much difficulty , was slid out from under the bed , and its contents examined . The supposed brass ...
... wall , so as to get a good pur- chase , and pushing with all his force , while his companions pulled with all theirs , the trunk , with much difficulty , was slid out from under the bed , and its contents examined . The supposed brass ...
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... walls of the universe . * As I imagined , the ship proves to be in a current — if that appellation can properly be given to a tide which , howling and shrieking by the white ice , thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the ...
... walls of the universe . * As I imagined , the ship proves to be in a current — if that appellation can properly be given to a tide which , howling and shrieking by the white ice , thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the ...
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... walls is lost in the darkness and the distance . But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny ! The circles rapidly grow small - we are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool - and amid a roaring , and bel- lowing ...
... walls is lost in the darkness and the distance . But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny ! The circles rapidly grow small - we are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool - and amid a roaring , and bel- lowing ...
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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.