#Americans
In youth I have known one with wh… In secret communing held—as he wit… In daylight, and in beauty, from h… Whose fervid, flickering torch of… From the sun and stars, whence he…
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...
I WAS sick—sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence—the dread sentence o...
THE SKIES they were ashen and… The leaves they were crispëd and s… The leaves they were withering and… It was night in the lonesome Octo… Of my most immemorial year;
Once upon a midnight dreary, while… Over many a quaint and curious vol… While I nodded, nearly napping, s… As of some one gently rapping, rap… “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered,…
The chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those pil...
For her this rhyme is penned, whos… Brightly expressive as the twins o… Shall find her own sweet name, tha… Upon the page, enwrapped from ever… Search narrowly the lines!—they ho…
WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted. Of these latter, those who doubt, are your mere doubters by profess...
WE had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak. “Not long ago,” said he at length, “and I could have guided y...
I have sent for thee, holy friar;… But ’twas not with the drunken hop… Which is but agony of desire To shun the fate, with which to co… Is more than crime may dare to dre…
IN Heaven a spirit doth dwell Whose heart-strings are a lute; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends te…
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however,...
HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their me… How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night!
Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul. —La Bruyère IT was w...
The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath… The highest hope of pride and powe… I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I we…