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... expressions , excited my curiosity . I approached and saw , as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface , the figure of a gigantic cat . The im- pression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous . There was a rope about the ...
... expressions , excited my curiosity . I approached and saw , as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface , the figure of a gigantic cat . The im- pression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous . There was a rope about the ...
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... expressions which I find it impos- sible to comprehend- " the truly substantive vastness of infinity . " V. This , probably , is because you have no sufficiently generic conception of the term " substance ... expression 56 POE'S TALES .
... expressions which I find it impos- sible to comprehend- " the truly substantive vastness of infinity . " V. This , probably , is because you have no sufficiently generic conception of the term " substance ... expression 56 POE'S TALES .
Strona 57
Edgar Allan Poe. tone , I observed on his countenance a singular expression , which somewhat alarmed me , and induced me to awake him at once . No sooner had I done this , than , with a bright smile irra- diating all his features , he ...
Edgar Allan Poe. tone , I observed on his countenance a singular expression , which somewhat alarmed me , and induced me to awake him at once . No sooner had I done this , than , with a bright smile irra- diating all his features , he ...
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... expression of low cunning and perplexity . He accosted me with trepidation and passed on . The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master . The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty . The ...
... expression of low cunning and perplexity . He accosted me with trepidation and passed on . The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master . The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty . The ...
Strona 68
... expression they were wont to convey , lay so much of change that I doubted to whom I spoke . The now ghastly pallor of the skin , and the now miraculous lus- tre of the eye , above all things startled and even awed me . The silken hair ...
... expression they were wont to convey , lay so much of change that I doubted to whom I spoke . The now ghastly pallor of the skin , and the now miraculous lus- tre of the eye , above all things startled and even awed me . The silken hair ...
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Strona 71 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Strona 71 - 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.
Strona 62 - 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 the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Strona 73 - ... were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Cresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Heaven and Hell...
Strona 173 - Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence ; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however...
Strona 176 - Certainly; we opened every package and parcel; we not only opened every book, but we turned over every leaf in each volume, not contenting ourselves with a mere shake, according to the fashion of some of our police officers.
Strona 80 - While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened ; there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind ; the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight ; my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder; there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters, and the deep and dark tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the
Strona 75 - ... to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment. I had taken but few turns in this manner, when a light step on an adjoining staircase arrested my attention. I presently recognized it as that of Usher.
Strona 15 - To be sure ! you are left-handed ; and your left eye is on the same side as your left hand. Now, I suppose, you can find the left eye of the skull, or the place where the left eye has been. Have you found it V Here was a long pause.
Strona 37 - FOR THE MOST WILD yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.