The Pit And The Pendulum
THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM by Edgar Allan Poe Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent. [Quatrain composed for the gates of a market to be erected upon the site of the Jacobin Club House at Paris.] […]
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The Gold Bug
THE GOLD-BUG by Edgar Allan Poe What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. —All in the Wrong. MANY years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes […]
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The Mystery of Marie Roget
THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET (*1) A SEQUEL TO “THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE.” by Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe Es giebt eine Reihe idealischer Begebenheiten, die der Wirklichkeit parallel lauft. Selten fallen sie zusammen. Menschen und zufalle modifieiren gewohulich die idealische Begebenheit, so dass sie unvollkommen erscheint, und ihre Folgen gleichfalls […]
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The Oval Portrait
THE OVAL PORTRAIT by Edgar Allan Poe THE chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not […]
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The Murders in the Rue Morgue
THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE by Edgar Allan Poe What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. —Sir Thomas Browne. The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate […]
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A Few Words on Secret Writing
A Few Words on Secret Writing by Edgar Allan Poe A Few Words on Secret Writing (1841) by Edgar Allan Poe As we can scarcely imagine a time when there did not exist a necessity, or at least a desire, of transmitting information from one individual to another, in such manner as to elude general […]
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Never Bet The Devil Your Head
NEVER BET THE DEVIL YOUR HEAD by Edgar Allan Poe A Tale With a Moral. “CON tal que las costumbres de un autor,” says Don Thomas de las Torres, in the preface to his “Amatory Poems” “sean puras y castas, importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras”—meaning, in plain English, that, provided […]
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The Colloquy Of Monos And Una
THE COLLOQUY OF MONOS AND UNA by Edgar Allan Poe “These; things are in the future.” Sophocles—Antig: Una. “Born again?” Monos. Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, “born again.” These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered, rejecting the explanations of the priesthood, until Death himself resolved for me the […]
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Eleonora
ELEONORA by Edgar Allan Poe Sub conservatione formae specificae salva anima. Raymond Lully. I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that […]
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The Island Of The Fay
THE ISLAND OF THE FAY by Edgar Allan Poe Nullus enim locus sine genio est.—Servius. “LA MUSIQUE,” says Marmontel, in those “Contes Moraux” (*1) which in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling “Moral Tales,” as if in mockery of their spirit—”la musique est le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui-meme; tous les […]
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A Descent Into The Maelström
A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTRÖM by Edgar Allan Poe The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus. Joseph […]
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Three Sundays In A Week
THREE SUNDAYS IN A WEEK by Edgar Allan Poe “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. Only in imagination. The fact is, some trivial discrepancy did exist, just then, between what I said and what […]
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