The fall of the House of Usher, and, Ligeia / Edgar Allan Poe
| dc.contributor | Benson, James D. Glendon College York University Toronto |
| dc.contributor.author | Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Harmondsworth |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:53:09Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:53:09Z |
| dc.date.created | 1838-1839 |
| dc.date.issued | 1988-07-18 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1244 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1244 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1244 |
| dc.description.abstract | Partial contents: Ligeia, pp. 110-126 -- The fall of the House of Usher, pp. 138-157 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Short stories, American -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Short stories |
| dc.title | The fall of the House of Usher, and, Ligeia / Edgar Allan Poe |
| dc.title.alternative | Ligeia, and, The fall of the House of Usher |
| dc.type | Text |
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| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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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 of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of evening
drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how
it was -- but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of
insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the
feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic
sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest
natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene
before me -- upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features
of the domain -- upon the blank walls -- upon the vacant eye-like
windows -- upon a few rank sedges -- and upon a few white trunks of
decayed trees -- with an utter depression of soul which I can compare
to no ea . . .
