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... MONOS AND UNA • . 100 THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION . 110 THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE • . 119 THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET . 151 THE PURLOINED LETTER • . 200 THE MAN IN THE CROWD 219 TALES BY EDGAR A. POE . THE GOLD - BUG.
... MONOS AND UNA • . 100 THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION . 110 THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE • . 119 THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET . 151 THE PURLOINED LETTER • . 200 THE MAN IN THE CROWD 219 TALES BY EDGAR A. POE . THE GOLD - BUG.
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... buried the axe in her brain . She fell dead upon the spot , without a groan . This hideous murder accomplished , I set myself forthwith , and with entire deliberation , to the task of concealing the THE BLACK CAT . 43.
... buried the axe in her brain . She fell dead upon the spot , without a groan . This hideous murder accomplished , I set myself forthwith , and with entire deliberation , to the task of concealing the THE BLACK CAT . 43.
Strona 45
... murder upon my soul ! The second and the third day passed , and still my tormentor came not . Once again I breathed as a freeman . The monster , in terror , had fled the premises forever ! I should behold it no more ! My happiness was ...
... murder upon my soul ! The second and the third day passed , and still my tormentor came not . Once again I breathed as a freeman . The monster , in terror , had fled the premises forever ! I should behold it no more ! My happiness was ...
Strona 46
... craft had seduced me into murder , and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman . I had walled the monster up within the tomb ! MESMERIC REVELATION . WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale 46 POE'S TALES .
... craft had seduced me into murder , and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman . I had walled the monster up within the tomb ! MESMERIC REVELATION . WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale 46 POE'S TALES .
Strona 115
... , for whose surpassing brilliancy and all - fervid heat even the angels in the high Ileaven of pure knowledge have no name . Thus ended all . THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE . What song the THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION . 115.
... , for whose surpassing brilliancy and all - fervid heat even the angels in the high Ileaven of pure knowledge have no name . Thus ended all . THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE . What song the THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION . 115.
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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.