The Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Tales-Horror and DeathFunk & Wagnalls, 1904 |
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agony amid Amontillado beauty became Berenice bosom breath Bridge of Sighs catacombs catalepsy censer chamber character corpse countenance dark death deep door doubt draperies dread dream Eleonora endeavored excited eyes fancy fearful feeble feel fell felt floor Fortunato gazed ghastly glance gloom grave grew hand head heard heart hideous horror House of Usher hung inhumation intense knew lady length Ligeia light lips lost in reveries memory ment mind minutes Morella ness never night once oppressed ottoman OVAL PORTRAIT pallor passed passion paused peculiar perceive person Pluto PREMATURE BURIAL recesses Rowena rushing scarcely seemed shadow shriek shudder silence singular slumber smile soul sound Southern Literary Messenger spirit spoke stood strange stringed instruments struggled suddenly surcingle swoon terrible terror things thou thought tion tomb ture Usher utter valley vault vision voice walls wife wild words writhed
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第83页 - I know not how it was, but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. 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.
第102页 - There were times indeed when I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times again I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound.
第88页 - The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible from within.
第109页 - It was the work of the rushing gust ; but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold — then, with a low, moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and, in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor...
第96页 - In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
第109页 - Not hear it? - yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long - long - long many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it - yet I dared not - oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! - I dared not - I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb\ Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin. I heard them - many, many days ago - yet I dared not - / dared not speak\ And now - tonight - Ethelred - ha!
第60页 - TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?
第84页 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium — the bitter lapse into every-day life — the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
第109页 - ... within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh whither shall I fly? Will she not be here anon? Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste ? Have I not heard her footstep on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? Madman!
第97页 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.