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The Pig In The Dining-room
Mrs. Atlay, wife of a late Bishop of Hereford, dreamed ...

The Girl In Pink
The following anecdote was told to myself, a few months...

Cottage Design Iv
This cottage is still in advance of the last, in its ac...

The Ghost At Garpsdal
In Autumn, 1807, there was a disturbance by night in th...

Iv
And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the ...

The Marvels At Froda {273}
During that summer in which Christianity was adopted by...

The Bold Venture
The little fisher-town of Portstephen comprised two s...

The Open Door
Here again is something that is very peculiar and not...

A Remarkable Story Of A Ghost
Thrice called for, as an Evidence, in a Court of Justic...

The Scar In The Moustache
This story was told to the writer by his old head-maste...





EDGAR ALLAN POE




The Fall Of The House Of Usher
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, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract...

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 th...

Iii
Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically To a lute's well tuned law, Round about a throne, where sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state...

Iv
And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty Was but to sing,...

Vi
And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the p...

Door!"
As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell--the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws...