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... morning . Stay here to - night , and I will send Jup down for it at sunrise . It is the loveliest thing in creation ! " " What ? -sunrise ? " " Nonsense ! no ! —the bug . It is of a brilliant gold color- about the size of a large ...
... morning . Stay here to - night , and I will send Jup down for it at sunrise . It is the loveliest thing in creation ! " " What ? -sunrise ? " " Nonsense ! no ! —the bug . It is of a brilliant gold color- about the size of a large ...
Strona 9
... morning . Nothing should tempt me to part with that scarabæus . Do you know that Jupiter is quite right about it ? " " In what way ? " I asked , with a sad foreboding at heart . " In supposing it to be a bug of real gold . " He said ...
... morning . Nothing should tempt me to part with that scarabæus . Do you know that Jupiter is quite right about it ? " " In what way ? " I asked , with a sad foreboding at heart . " In supposing it to be a bug of real gold . " He said ...
Strona 20
... morning . Worn out as we were , it was not in human nature to do more im- mediately . We rested until two , and had supper ; starting for the hills immediately afterwards , armed with three stout sacks , which , by good luck , were upon ...
... morning . Worn out as we were , it was not in human nature to do more im- mediately . We rested until two , and had supper ; starting for the hills immediately afterwards , armed with three stout sacks , which , by good luck , were upon ...
Strona 33
... morning , it entered into my head , quite suddenly , that this ' Bishop's Hostel ' might have some refer- ence to an old family , of the name of Bessop , which , time out of mind , had held possession of an ancient manor - house , about ...
... morning , it entered into my head , quite suddenly , that this ' Bishop's Hostel ' might have some refer- ence to an old family , of the name of Bessop , which , time out of mind , had held possession of an ancient manor - house , about ...
Strona 39
... morning - when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch - I experienced a sentiment half of horror , half of remorse , for the crime of which I had been guilty ; but it was , at best , a feeble and equivocal feeling , and the ...
... morning - when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch - I experienced a sentiment half of horror , half of remorse , for the crime of which I had been guilty ; but it was , at best , a feeble and equivocal feeling , and the ...
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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.