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id: 932
title: The Fall of the House of Usher
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  The Fall of the House of Usher autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the melancholy House of Usher. eye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a dint of long sufferance, he said, obtained over his spirit--an of the Ushers." While he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses "And you have not seen it?" he said abruptly, after having beautiful night, and one wildly singular in its terror and its


id: 1063
title: The Cask of Amontillado
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. man to be respected and even feared. I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. "Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. "Good!" he said. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with "The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the "True," I replied; "the Amontillado." As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which "The Amontillado!" I said. "Yes," I said, "let us be gone."


id: 1065
title: The Raven
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  "''Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-"''Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, Then the bird said "Nevermore." But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;


id: 10031
title: The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe Including Essays on Poetry
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  wealthy man, Poe must have been looked up to with no little respect by He returned home in a dream, with but one thought, one hope in life Poe died; and for some time after her death the poet remained in an Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!" the Sea" appeared in the 1831 volume of Poems by Poe: it reappeared as Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride-Do I not love--art thou not beautiful-"The sun shall not harm thee by day, nor the moon by night." I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. "Though thy _crest be shorn and shaven_, thou," I said, "art sure no "Though thy _crest be shorn and shaven_, thou," I said, "art sure no


id: 51060
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  AMERICAN BRIG GRAMPUS, ON HER WAY TO THE SOUTH SEAS, IN THE MONTH OF vessel out of water nearly as far as her keel, when the cause of his Both Augustus and myself managed to appear at Mr. Barnard''s in time for Augustus led the way to the wharf, and I followed at a little distance, Augustus, however, would allow me but little time for observation, barely possible that I might exist without water--for a longer time I forecastle companion-way, and he had just time to put his right hand drinking a little water that was offered him with great apparent Augustus all this day with great kindness, and entered into a long larboard, being what are called back-water seas, and obtaining little hope, Peters and myself taking the axe by turns, Augustus''s wounded arm sail by degrees, and having at length got clear, lay to under a single

title:
  The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket Comprising the details of a mutiny and atrocious butchery on board the American brig Grampus, on her way to the South Seas, in the month of June, 1827.


