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But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red 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 In human gore imbued. Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm
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We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man..
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Ah, not in knowledge is happiness, but in the acquisition of knowledge! In forever knowing, we are forever blessed; but to know all, were the curse of a fiend.
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We grew in age - and love - together Roaming the forest, and the wild; My breast her shield in wintry weather - And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd, And she would mark the opening skies, I saw no Heaven - but in her eyes.
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I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.
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Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! --to the earth art thou not forever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations? --and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?
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I. 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. II. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This - all this - was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts..
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I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been..
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in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled "The Haunted Palace," ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus: I. 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 d..
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O, human love! thou spirit given,On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven!
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Years of love have been forgotIn the hatred of a minute.
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And the cloud that took the formOf a demon in my view.
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Yes, Heaven is thine; but thisOur flowers are merely--flowers.
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To observe attentively is to remember distinctly.
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Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.
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For the love of God Montresor!
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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictivelyMade in his image a mannikin merely to madden it?
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As for myself, I am simply Hop-Frog, the jester -- and this is my last jest.
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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
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If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
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How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!
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I have great faith in fools -- self-confidence my friends will call it.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil!"
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And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted -- nevermore!
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Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,And tempted her out of her gloom.
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In her sepulcher there by the sea -- In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.
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