American-Literature
stood together upon the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors. The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon h ...
"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture ...
"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi --" "He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped un ...
in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still. It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I ...
THE BLACK CAT by Edgar Allan Poe FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor soli ...
derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self- sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him wh ...
its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my wa ...
On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed w ...
animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and ...
trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures. With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for mys ...
Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole ...
carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little trouble, I re- laid the w ...
I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness. "Gentlemen," ...
THE RAVEN by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volum ...
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; S ...
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ‘Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, ...
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— ...
She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foo ...
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Tak ...
ANNABEL LEE by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may ...
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