Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ...H. Vizetelly, 1852 - 479 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 28
Page vi
... solitary student - to the idler suffering from ennui , and the man weary with work - to the sedentary stayer at home , and the more mercurial traveller on river , road , and rail . Preface . THE fables of the " Old Man and vi PROSPECTUS .
... solitary student - to the idler suffering from ennui , and the man weary with work - to the sedentary stayer at home , and the more mercurial traveller on river , road , and rail . Preface . THE fables of the " Old Man and vi PROSPECTUS .
Page 129
... river , and at a dis- tance of some two miles , in the most direct course pos- sible , from the pension of Madame Rogêt . St. Eustache was the accepted suitor of Marie , and lodged , as well as took his meals , at the pension . He was ...
... river , and at a dis- tance of some two miles , in the most direct course pos- sible , from the pension of Madame Rogêt . St. Eustache was the accepted suitor of Marie , and lodged , as well as took his meals , at the pension . He was ...
Page 131
... river within three hours after she left her mother's house , only three days from the time she left her home - three days to an hour . But it is folly to suppose that the murder , if murder were committed on her body , could have been ...
... river within three hours after she left her mother's house , only three days from the time she left her home - three days to an hour . But it is folly to suppose that the murder , if murder were committed on her body , could have been ...
Page 132
Edgar Allan Poe. murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight . Those who are guilty of such horrid crimes choose darkness rather than light . * * * Thus we see that if the body found in the river was that of Marie Rogêt ...
Edgar Allan Poe. murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight . Those who are guilty of such horrid crimes choose darkness rather than light . * * * Thus we see that if the body found in the river was that of Marie Rogêt ...
Page 134
... river , maltreated , and murdered . Le Commerciel , however , a print of ex- tensive influence , was earnest in combating this popular idea . I quote a passage or two from its columns : * " We are persuaded that pursuit has hitherto ...
... river , maltreated , and murdered . Le Commerciel , however , a print of ex- tensive influence , was earnest in combating this popular idea . I quote a passage or two from its columns : * " We are persuaded that pursuit has hitherto ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
altogether Annabel Lee appeared assassins Auguste Dupin Barrière du Roule Beauvais beetle bells boat body catalepsy chamber character circumstances Commerciel corpse dark dead death death's-head door doubt Dupin endeavour escape Eustache evidence excitement eyes fact fancy feet fell Frenchman gang girl Gliddon hand head heard HENRY VIZETELLY idea imagine innu Jupiter knew known L'Etoile Legrand length letter limb looked Madame Deluc Madame l'Espanaye Marie Rogêt massa matter means meerschaum mind minutes morning Moskoe-strom mummy murder mystery nature nearly never night observed once ordinary Ourang-Outang paper parchment party period person police Ponnonner prefect Purloined Letter question Quoth the Raven racters remarkable replied river Rue Morgue scarabæus scarcely seemed shore skull soul spot stereotomy Sullivan's Island suppose sure suspicion tell thicket thing thought thrown tion took trace tulip-tree Valdemar voice whole words
Popular passages
Page 223 - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door ; "Tis some visitor," I muttered, ' ' Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 236 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 225 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Page 228 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 231 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 240 - 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.
Page 236 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child. In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Page 232 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, — By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells, Of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — In...
Page 230 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 241 - I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride — Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less — less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl ! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl — Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now...