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The Tell-Tale Heart
"Villians!" I
shrieked, "dissemble no
more! I admit the
deed! - tear up the
planks! here, here!
It is the beating
of his hideous
heart!"
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The Cask of Amontillado
The wall was nearly upon a level
with
my breast. I again paused, and
holding
the flambeau over the
mason-work,
threw a few feeble rays upon the
figure
within.
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Hop-Frog
The dwarf hesitated. The King
grew purple
with rage. The courtiers
smirked. Trippetta,
pale as a corpse, advanced to
the monarch's
seat, and, falling upon her
knees before him,
implored him to spare her
friend.
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King Pest
The man with the horrors was
drowned
on the spot - the little stiff
gentleman
floated off in his coffin - and
Legs, seized
by the waist the fat lady in the
shroud,
rushed out with her to the
street, and made
a bee-line for the "Free and
Easy," followed
under easy sail by the
redoubtable Hugh
Tarpaulin, who, having sneezed
three or
four times, panted and puffed
after him with
the Arch-Dutchess Ana-Pest.
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The Pit and the Pendulum
Demon eyes of a wild and ghastly
vivacity, glared upon me in a
thousand directions where none
had been visible before, and
gleamed
with the lurid lustre of a fire
that I
could not force my imagination
to
regard as unreal.
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The Masque of the Red Death
There were delirious fancies
such as the
madman fashions. There was much
of the
beautiful, much of the wanton,
much of
the bizarre, something of the
terrible,
and not a little of that which
might have
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The Fall of the House of Usher
... I reined my horse to the
precipitous
brink of a black and lurid tarn
that lay in
the unruffled lustre by the
dwelling and
gazed down - but with a shudder
even
more thrilling than before -
upon the
remodelled and inverted images
of the
grey sedge, and the ghastly tree
stems,
and the vacant and eye-like
windows.
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The Oval Portrait
And then the brush was given,
and then the
tint was placed; and, for one
moment, the
painter stood entranced before
the work
which he had wrought; but in the
next,
while he yet gazed, he grew
tumultuous
and very very pallid, and
aghast, and
crying with a loud voice, "This
is indeed
Life itself!" turned suddenly to
regard his
beloved: - She was dead!
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Ligeia
I cannot, for my soul, remember how,
when, or even precisely where, I first
became acquainted with the lady Ligeia.
Long years have since elapsed, and my
memory is feeble through much suffering.
Or, perhaps, I cannot now bring
these
points to mind, because, in truth, the
character of my beloved, her rare learning,
her singular yet placid cast of beauty, and
the thrilling and enthralling eloquence of
her low musical language, made their way
into my heart by paces so steadily and
stealthily progressive that they have been
unnoticed and unknown. Yet I believe that
I met her first and most frequently in some
large, old, decaying city near the Rhine.
Of her family -- I have surely heard her
speak. That it is of a remotely ancient
date cannot be doubted. Ligeia! Ligeia!
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Eleonora
She grieved to think that, having entombed
her in the Valley of the Many-Coloured Grass,
I would quit for ever its happy recesses,
transferring the love which now was so
passionately her own to some maiden of
the
outer and every-day world. And, then and
there, I threw myself hurriedly at the feet of
Eleonora, and offered up a vow, to herself
and to Heaven, that I would never bind
myself in marriage to any daughter of Earth --
that I would in no manner prove recreant
to her dear memory, or to the memory of
the devout affection with which she had
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Manuscript found in a bottle
Like the one I had at first seen in the hold,
they all bore about them the marks of
hoary old age. Their knees trembled with
infirmity; their shoulders were bent double
with decrepitude; their shrivelled skins
rattled in the wind; their voices were low,
tremulous and broken; their eyes glistened
with the rheum of years; and their gray hairs
streamed terribly in the tempest.
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Metzengerstein
Among all the retinue of the Baron, however,
none were found to doubt the ardour of that
extraordinary affection which existed on the
part of the young nobleman for the fiery
qualities of his horse; at least, none but an
insignificant and misshapen little page, whose
deformities were in everybody's way, and
whose opinions were of the least possible
importance. He - if his ideas are worth
mentioning at all - had the effrontery to
assert that his master never vaulted into the
saddle without an unaccountable and almost
imperceptible shudder, and that, upon his
return from every long-continued and
habitual ride, and expression of triumphant
malignity distorted every muscle of his
countenance.
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