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THE BUSINESS MAN by Edgar Allan Poe Method is the soul of business.—OLD SAYING. I AM a business man. I am a methodical man. Method is the thing, after all. But there are no people I more heartily despise than your eccentric fools who prate about method without understanding it; attending strictly to its letter, […]

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THE MAN OF THE CROWD by Edgar Allan Poe Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul. La Bruyère. IT was well said of a certain German book that “er lasst sich nicht lesen”—it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die […]

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PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE by Edgar Allan Poe In the internal decoration, if not in the external architecture of their residences, the English are supreme. The Italians have but little sentiment beyond marbles and colours. In France, meliora probant, deteriora sequuntur—the people are too much a race of gadabouts to maintain those household proprieties of which, […]

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THE JOURNAL OF JULIUS RODMAN by Edgar Allan Poe BEING AN ACCOUNT OF THE FIRST PASSAGE ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS OF NORTH AMERICA EVER ACHIEVED BY CIVILIZED MAN. The Journal of Julius Rodman Chapter I. – Introductory What we must consider an unusual piece of good fortune has enabled us to present our readers, under […]

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WILLIAM WILSON by Edgar Allan Poe What say of it? what say of CONSCIENCE grim, That spectre in my path? Chamberlayne’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. This has been already too much an object for […]

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THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER by Edgar Allan Poe Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il rèsonne.. De Béranger. DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, […]

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THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION by Edgar Allan Poe I will bring fire to thee. Euripides—Androm: EIROS. Why do you call me Eiros? CHARMION So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget too, my earthly name, and speak to me as Charmion. EIROS. This is indeed no dream! CHARMION. Dreams are with […]

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THE MAN THAT WAS USED UP by Edgar Allan Poe A TALE OF THE LATE BUGABOO AND KICKAPOO CAMPAIGN. Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez vous en eau! La moitié; de ma vie a mis l’ autre au tombeau. CORNEILLE. I CANNOT just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that […]

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THE DEVIL IN THE BELFRY by Edgar Allan Poe What o’clock is it?—Old Saying. EVERYBODY knows, in a general way, that the finest place in the world is—or, alas, was—the Dutch borough of Vondervotteimittiss. Yet as it lies some distance from any of the main roads, being in a somewhat out-of-the-way situation, there are perhaps […]

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WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS HIS HAND IN A SLING by Edgar Allan Poe IT’S on my visiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases may behould the intheristhin words, “Sir Pathrick O’Grandison, Barronitt, 39 Southampton Row, Russell Square, Parrish o’ Bloomsbury.” And shud ye […]

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THE HAUNTED PALACE POEM by Edgar Allan Poe 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 […]

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SONNET—SILENCE POEM by Edgar Allan Poe There are some qualities—some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore— Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with […]

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