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THE SKIES they were ashen and… The leaves they were crispëd and s… The leaves they were withering and… It was night in the lonesome Octo… Of my most immemorial year;
THOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and…
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you… By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no…
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however,...
IT was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the...
MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch,—as distinct too, yet as intim...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but new…
That spectre in my path? –Chamberlaine’s Pharronida. LET me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation....
THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal —the redness and the horror of blood. There were ...
YOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!" said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon– shaking my fist at him in imagination...
From childhood’s hour I have not… As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not t…
I saw thee on the bridal day; When a burning blush came o’er the… Tho’ Happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee. And, in thine eye, the kindling li…
“LISTEN to me,” said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head. “The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zaire. And there is no quiet the...
The skies they were ashen and sobe… The leaves they were crisped and s… The leaves they were withering and… It was night in the lonesome Octo… Of my most immemorial year;
I Cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, and my memory is feeble through much s...