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The Murders In The Rue Morgue

The Murders in the Rue Morgue It is not improbable that a few farther steps in phrenological science will lead to a belief in the existence, if not to the actual discovery and location of an organ of analysis. If this power (which may be described, although not defined, as the capacity for resolving thought…

The Sleeper

The Sleeper At midnight, in the month of June,I stand beneath the mystic moon.An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,Exhales from out her golden rim,And, softly dripping, drop by drop,Upon the quiet mountain-top,Steals drowsily and musicallyInto the universal valley.The rosemary nods upon the grave;The lily lolls upon the wave;Wrapping the mist about its breast,The ruin moulders into…

The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar

The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not — especially under the circumstances. Through the desire of all parties concerned to keep the…

Ligeia

Ligeia And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor. For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will….

Alone

Alone From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were — I have not seenAs others saw — I could not bringMy passions from a common spring —From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow — I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone —And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —Then —…

Eleonora

Eleonora 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…

William Wilson

William Wilson. A Tale. What say of it? what say of conscience grim,That spectre in my path?  CHAMBERLAINE’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 the scorn, for the horror, for the…

The Conqueror Worm

The Conqueror Worm Lo! ’tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years —A mystic throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre to seeA play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high,Mutter and mumble low,And hither and thither fly —Mere…

The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether

The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether During the autumn of 18—, while on a tour through the extreme Southern provinces of France, my route led me within a few miles of a certain Maison de Santé, or private Mad-House, about which I had heard much, in Paris, from my medical friends. As I had…

To One in Paradise

To One in Paradise Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine —A green isle in the sea, love, —A fountain and a shrineAll wreathed with fairy fruits and flowersAnd all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!Oh, starry Hope! that didst ariseBut to be overcast!A voice from out…