...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude!...— with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out — out are the lights — out all! And over...

...returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness and more of Sin And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude!...writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! — it writhesí — with mortal pangs The mimes become its food. And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human...

...— "From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven." AA; AmPP; AnAmPo; LiTA 32 (1. 30-32) 33 While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the...

...returned! in To the self-same spot; And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror, the soul of the plot! But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude!...- with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out - out are the lights - out all! And over...

...authority on this narrative outcome. However, to the primal horror of the phallic worm's incursion ("But see, amid the mimic rout / A crawling shape...thing that writhes from out / The scenic solitude!"), Ligeia responds with a rage ambiguously plaintive and admonitory in quality, at once providing and...

...in To the self-same spot, And much of madness, and more of sin, And horror the soul of the plot. 25 But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude!...solitude! It writhes! it writhes! with mortal pangs 30 The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out, out are...

...unterbrochen. Auf der BUhne erscheint er als "Conqueror Worm" (V. 40): But see, amid the mimic reut. A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes...scenic solitude! It writhes! - it writhes! - with mental pangs The minies become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin längs In human göre imbued....

...year after the autopsy of the drunkard, Poe's poem "The Conqueror Worm" portrayed the horror of death: But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude!...sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out— out ate the lights — out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down...

...year after the autopsy of the drunkard, Poe's poem "The Conqueror Worm" portrayed the horror of death: But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude!...thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs...

...The height of the drama is reached when they See amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! . . . It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal pangs The...seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. The corruption of the body becomes the central fact of human life - the body, as in the oldest traditions...