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id: poe-to-718
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To M.L.S.
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words: 150
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  1847 TO M.L.S. by Edgar Allan Poe Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope- for life- ah! At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes- Of all who owe thee most- whose gratitude Nearest resembles worship-


id: poe-to-717
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To M--
extension: .txt
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words: 141
sentence: 8
flesch: 97
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summary:
  with tears- Or that the thrill of a single kiss Hath palsied many years- 'Tis not that the flowers of twenty springs Which have wither'd as they rose Lie dead on my heart-strings With the weight of an age of snows. 1830 TO M-- by Edgar Allan Poe O!


id: poe-to-716
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To Helen
extension: .txt
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words: 535
sentence: 36
flesch: 88
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summary:
  It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe- Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That gave out, in return for the love-light, Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death- Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted All- all expired save thee- save less than thou: Save only the divine light in thine eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.


id: poe-ulalame-722
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Ulalame
extension: .txt
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words: 676
sentence: 39
flesch: 89
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summary:
  The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir- It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, 1847 ULALAME by Edgar Allan Poe ULALUME


id: poe-sleeper-703
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Sleeper
extension: .txt
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words: 383
sentence: 29
flesch: 93
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summary:
  1831 THE SLEEPER by Edgar Allan Poe This chamber changed for one more holy, This bed for one more melancholy, I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye, While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!


id: poe-sphinx-705
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Sphinx
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1866
sentence: 60
flesch: 61
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summary:
  mouth forming a rolled proboscis, produced by an elongation of the jaws, upon the sides of which are found the rudiments of mandibles and downy palpi; the inferior wings retained to the superior by a stiff hair; antennae in the form of an elongated club, prismatic; abdomen pointed, The Death's- headed Sphinx has occasioned much terror among the vulgar, at times, by the melancholy kind of cry which it utters, and the insignia of death which it wears upon its corslet.' I remember his insisting very especially (among other things) upon the idea that the principle source of error in all human investigations lay in the liability of the understanding to under-rate or to over-value the importance of an object, through mere mis-admeasurement of its propinquity.


id: poe-tell-707
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Tell-Tale Heart
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words: 2166
sentence: 169
flesch: 94
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summary:
  And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.


id: poe-von-723
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Von Kempelen And His Discovery
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2819
sentence: 85
flesch: 58
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summary:
  My object is simply, in the first place, to say a few words of Von Kempelen himself (with whom, some years ago, I had the honor of a slight personal acquaintance), since every thing which concerns him must necessarily, at this moment, be of interest; and, in the second place, to look in a general way, and speculatively, at the results of the discovery. 53 and 82, that this illustrious chemist had not only conceived the idea now in question, but had actually made no inconsiderable progress, experimentally, in the very identical analysis now so triumphantly brought to an issue by Von Kempelen, who although he makes not the slightest allusion to it, is, without doubt (I say it unhesitatingly, and can prove it, if required), indebted to the 'Diary' for at least the first hint of his own undertaking.


id: poe-to-711
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To --
extension: .txt
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words: 78
sentence: 6
flesch: 93
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summary:
  1830 TO -- by Edgar Allan Poe The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips- and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words- Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day Of the truth that gold can never buy- Of the baubles that it may.


id: poe-to-715
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To Helen
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 98
sentence: 6
flesch: 91
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summary:
  On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! -THE END- .


id: poe-oval-697
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Oval Portrait
extension: .txt
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words: 1303
sentence: 49
flesch: 71
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summary:
  The arms, the bosom, and even the ends of the radiant hair melted imperceptibly into the vague yet deep shadow which formed the back-ground of the whole. In these paintings, which depended from the walls not only in their main surfaces, but in very many nooks which the bizarre architecture of the chateau rendered necessary- in these paintings my incipient delirium, perhaps, had caused me to take deep interest; so that I bade Pedro to close the heavy shutters of the room- since it was already night- to light the tongues of a tall candelabrum which stood by the head of my bed- and to throw open far and wide the fringed curtains of black velvet which enveloped the bed itself.


id: poe-to-713
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To F--
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words: 87
sentence: 6
flesch: 91
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summary:
  amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. 1835 TO F-- by Edgar Allan Poe Beloved!


id: poe-to-719
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To My Mother
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words: 124
sentence: 4
flesch: 68
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summary:
  1849 TO MY MOTHER by Edgar Allan Poe Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of Mother, Therefore by that dear name I long have called you- You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother- my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew


id: poe-x-726
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: X-Ing A Paragrab
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2656
sentence: 163
flesch: 83
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summary:
  We must get to press, said the foreman, who was over head and ears in work; 'just stick in some other letter for o; nobody's going to read the fellow's trash anyhow. I feel confident he never would have dreamed of taking up his residence in Alexander-the-Great-o-nopolis had he been aware that, in Alexander-the-Great-o-nopolis, there lived a gentleman named John Smith (if I rightly remember), who for many years had there quietly grown fat in editing and publishing the 'Alexander-the-Great-o-nopolis Gazette.'


id: poe-to-721
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To The River --
extension: .txt
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words: 88
sentence: 2
flesch: 55
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summary:
  in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty- the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks- Which glistens then, and trembles- Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles; For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies- His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. -THE END- . 1829 TO THE RIVER -- by Edgar Allan Poe Fair river!


id: poe-power-699
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Power Of Words
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words: 1403
sentence: 74
flesch: 72
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summary:
  They made the special effects, indeed, wrought in the fluid by special impulses, the subject of exact calculation- Retrograding, they found no difficulty, from a given effect, under given conditions, in determining the value of the original impulse.


id: poe-to-712
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To -- --
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 216
sentence: 9
flesch: 77
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summary:
  And now, as if in mockery of that boast, Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables- Italian tones, made only to be murmured By angels dreaming in the moonlit dew That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill, Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart, Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought, Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions Than even seraph harper, Israfel, (Who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,) Could hope to utter. 1829 TO -- -- by Edgar Allan Poe Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained the power of words- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:


id: poe-three-710
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Three Sundays In A Week
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words: 2530
sentence: 184
flesch: 88
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summary:
  In company with these gentlemen, my cousin and I, preconcertedly paid uncle Rumgudgeon a visit on the afternoon of Sunday, October the tenth,- just three weeks after the memorable decision which had so cruelly defeated our hopes. Just what Doctor Dubble L. Dee would denominate an extraordinary concurrence of events.


id: poe-thousand-708
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Thousand-And-Second Tale Of Scheherazade
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words: 7673
sentence: 237
flesch: 63
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summary:
  Having fulfilled this vow for many years to the letter, and with a religious punctuality and method that conferred great credit upon him as a man of devout feeling and excellent sense, he was interrupted one afternoon (no doubt at his prayers) by a visit from his grand vizier, to whose daughter, it appears, there had occurred an idea. My dear sister, said she, on the thousand-and-second night, (I quote the language of the Isitsoornot at this point, verbatim) my dear sister, said she, now that all this little difficulty about the bowstring has blown over, and that this odious tax is so happily repealed, I feel that I have been guilty of great indiscretion in withholding from you and the king (who I am sorry to say, snores- a thing no gentleman would do) the full conclusion of Sinbad the sailor.


id: poe-william-725
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: William Wilson
extension: .txt
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words: 8090
sentence: 313
flesch: 63
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summary:
  LET me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. In this narrative I have therefore designated myself as William Wilson, --a fictitious title not very dissimilar to the real.


id: poe-to-714
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To F--S S. O--D
extension: .txt
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words: 64
sentence: 4
flesch: 98
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summary:
  So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, And love- a simple duty. 1835 TO F--S S. O--D by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart From its present pathway part not!


id: poe-spectacles-704
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Spectacles
extension: .txt
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words: 9531
sentence: 456
flesch: 71
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summary:
  Madame Eugenie Lalande, quasi Simpson- formerly Moissart- was, in sober fact, my great, great, grandmother. In the meantime I kept my eyes riveted on Madame Lalande, and at length had the good fortune to obtain a full front view of her face.


id: poe-raven-702
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Raven
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1101
sentence: 43
flesch: 73
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summary:
  Quoth the Raven, Nevermore. Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend, I shrieked, upstarting- Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as Nevermore.


id: poe-system-706
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The System Of Dr. Tarr And Prof. Fether
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words: 6925
sentence: 346
flesch: 75
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summary:
  He replied that, in fact, unless I had personal knowledge of the superintendent, Monsieur Maillard, or some credential in the way of a letter, a difficulty might be found to exist, as the regulations of these private mad-houses were more rigid than the public hospital laws. It was Monsieur Maillard himself.


id: poe-valley-709
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Valley Of Unrest
extension: .txt
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words: 169
sentence: 9
flesch: 83
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summary:
  1831 THE VALLEY OF UNREST by Edgar Allan Poe Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, They weep:- from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.


id: poe-imp-686
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Imp Of The Perverse
extension: .txt
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words: 2461
sentence: 126
flesch: 70
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summary:
  And in these arrangements of the Principia of human action, the Spurzheimites, whether right or wrong, in part, or upon the whole, have but followed, in principle, the footsteps of their predecessors: deducing and establishing every thing from the preconceived destiny of man, and upon the ground of the objects of his Creator. If we cannot understand him in his objective creatures, how then in his substantive moods and phases of creation? Induction, a posteriori, would have brought phrenology to admit, as an innate and primitive principle of human action, a paradoxical something, which we may call perverseness, for want of a more characteristic term.


id: poe-premature-700
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Premature Burial
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words: 5495
sentence: 281
flesch: 69
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summary:
  But where, meantime, was the soul? Apart, however, from the inevitable conclusion, a priori that such causes must produce such effects- that the well-known occurrence of such cases of suspended animation must naturally give rise, now and then, to premature interments- apart from this consideration, we have the direct testimony of medical and ordinary experience to prove that a vast number of such interments have actually taken place. I feel that I am not awaking from ordinary sleep.


id: poe-masque-692
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Masque Of The Red Death
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2452
sentence: 105
flesch: 74
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summary:
  When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers.


id: poe-oblong-696
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Oblong Box
extension: .txt
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words: 4629
sentence: 216
flesch: 75
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summary:
  To be sure, the lady seemed especially fond of him- particularly so in his absence- when she made herself ridiculous by frequent quotations of what had been said by her beloved husband, Mr. Wyatt. But my berth was in such a position, that when my own state-room door was open, as well as the sliding door in question (and my own door was always open on account of the heat,) I could see into the after-cabin quite distinctly, and just at that portion of it, too, where were situated the state-rooms of Mr. Wyatt.


id: poe-black-670
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Black Cat
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3952
sentence: 190
flesch: 74
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summary:
  And a brute beast --whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed --a brute beast to work out for me --for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God --so much of insufferable wo! The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, had then with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.


id: poe-conqueror-676
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Conqueror Worm
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 240
sentence: 13
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe! The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.


id: poe-pit-698
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Pit And The Pendulum
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6175
sentence: 359
flesch: 79
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summary:
  Agitation of spirit kept me awake for many long hours; but at length I again slumbered. For the first time during many hours --or perhaps days --I thought.


id: poe-to-720
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: To One In Paradise
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 156
sentence: 15
flesch: 100
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summary:
  1834 TO ONE IN PARADISE by Edgar Allan Poe Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine- A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. me The light of Life is o'er!


id: poe-purloined-701
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Purloined Letter
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 7101
sentence: 318
flesch: 69
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summary:
  For its practical value it depends upon this, replied Dupin; and the Prefect and his cohort fall so frequently, first, by default of this identification, and, secondly, by ill-admeasurement, or rather through non-admeasurement, of the intellect with which they are engaged. I mean to say, continued Dupin, while I merely laughed at his last observations, that if the Minister had been no more than a mathematician, the Prefect would have been under no necessity of giving me this check.


id: poe-why-724
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Why The Little Frenchman Wears His Hand In A Sling
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2565
sentence: 68
flesch: 69
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summary:
  Belave me, my jewel, it was Sir Pathrick that was unreasonable mad thin, and the more by token that the Frinchman kipt an wid his winking at the widdy; and the widdy she kept an wid the squazing of my flipper, as much as to say, At him again, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, mavourneen: so I just ripped out wid a big oath, and says I; Ye little spalpeeny frog of a bog-throtting son of a bloody noun!- and jist thin what d'ye think it was that her leddyship did? WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS HIS HAND IN A SLING by Edgar Allan Poe IT'S on my visiting cards sure enough (and it's them that's all o' pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases may behould the intheristhin words, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt, 39 Southampton Row, Russell Square, Parrish o' Bloomsbury.


id: poe-coliseum-674
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Coliseum
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 367
sentence: 31
flesch: 93
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summary:
  I feel ye in your strength- O spells more sure than e'er Judaean king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane! At length- at length- after so many days Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst, (Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,) I kneel, an altered and an humble man, Amid thy shadows, and so drink within My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory! Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! Silence! and Desolation!


id: poe-devil-678
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Devil In The Belfry
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3295
sentence: 144
flesch: 75
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summary:
  The Town Council are all very little, round, oily, intelligent men, with big saucer eyes and fat double chins, and have their coats much longer and their shoe-buckles much bigger than the ordinary inhabitants of Vondervotteimittiss. The woodwork, throughout, is of a dark hue and there is much carving about it, with but a trifling variety of pattern for, time out of mind, the carvers of Vondervotteimittiss have never been able to carve more than two objects- a time-piece and a cabbage.


id: poe-island-687
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Island Of The Fay
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2038
sentence: 64
flesch: 63
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summary:
  To me, at least, the presence- not of human life only, but of life in any other form than that of the green things which grow upon the soil and are voiceless- is a stain upon the landscape- is at war with the genius of the scene. I fancied that each shadow, as the sun descended lower and lower, separated itself sullenly from the trunk that gave it birth, and thus became absorbed by the stream; while other shadows issued momently from the trees, taking the place of their predecessors thus entombed.


id: poe-colloquy-675
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Colloquy Of Monos And Una
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3518
sentence: 173
flesch: 70
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summary:
  And methinks, sweet Una, even our slumbering sense of the forced and of the farfetched might have arrested us here. And this was in truth the Death of which these bystanders spoke reverently, in low whispers- you, sweet Una, gaspingly, with loud cries.


id: poe-facts-681
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Facts In The Case Of M. Valdemar
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3577
sentence: 158
flesch: 65
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summary:
  It seemed clear to us all that to awaken M. Valdemar would be merely to insure his instant, or at least his speedy dissolution. 1845 THE FACTS IN THE CASE OF M. VALDEMAR by Edgar Allan Poe OF course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion.


id: poe-haunted-685
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Haunted Palace
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 266
sentence: 15
flesch: 82
cache: cache/poe-haunted-685.txt
txt: txt/poe-haunted-685.txt
summary:
  1839 THE HAUNTED PALACE by Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door


id: poe-landscape-689
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Landscape Garden
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3583
sentence: 135
flesch: 56
cache: cache/poe-landscape-689.txt
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summary:
  It is, indeed evident, that with less of the instinctive philosophy which, now and then, stands so well in the stead of experience, Mr. Ellison would have found himself precipitated, by the very extraordinary successes of his life, into the common vortex of Unhappiness which yawns for those of preeminent endowments. There were some who even conceived that Mr. Ellison would divest himself forthwith of at least two-thirds of his fortune as of utterly superfluous opulence; enriching whole troops of his relatives by division of his superabundance.


id: poe-city-673
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The City In The Sea
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 338
sentence: 17
flesch: 85
cache: cache/poe-city-673.txt
txt: txt/poe-city-673.txt
summary:
  Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters he. 1831 THE CITY IN THE SEA by Edgar Allan Poe Lo!


id: poe-mystery-694
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Mystery Of Marie Roget
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 20241
sentence: 835
flesch: 67
cache: cache/poe-mystery-694.txt
txt: txt/poe-mystery-694.txt
summary:
  Having prescribed thus a limit to suit its own preconceived notions; having assumed that, if this were the body of Marie, it could have been in the water but a very brief time, the journal goes on to say: All experience has shown that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the water. All experience has shown that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the water.


id: poe-lake-688
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Lake. To --
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 155
sentence: 7
flesch: 88
cache: cache/poe-lake-688.txt
txt: txt/poe-lake-688.txt
summary:
  TO -- by Edgar Allan Poe In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. 1827 THE LAKE.


id: poe-angel-666
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Angel Of The Odd - An Extravaganza
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3806
sentence: 153
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-angel-666.txt
txt: txt/poe-angel-666.txt
summary:
  Und you ave pelief in me, te Angel of te Odd? I nodded again. Put your right hand into your left hand preeches pocket, ten, in token oy your vull zubmission unto te Angel ov te Odd.


id: poe-fall-682
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Fall Of The House Of Usher
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 7225
sentence: 254
flesch: 62
cache: cache/poe-fall-682.txt
txt: txt/poe-fall-682.txt
summary:
  A small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. But, in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the kingdom of inorganization.


id: poe-gold-683
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Gold-Bug
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 13899
sentence: 669
flesch: 77
cache: cache/poe-gold-683.txt
txt: txt/poe-gold-683.txt
summary:
  What de matter, massa? Did you bring any message from Mr. Legrand? No, massa, I bring dis here pissel; and here Jupiter handed me a note which ran thus: My DEAR -- Why have I not seen you for so long a time? It is not improbable that the relatives of Legrand, conceiving him to be somewhat unsettled in intellect, had contrived to instil this obstinacy into Jupiter, with a view to the supervision and guardianship of the wanderer.


id: poe-happiest-684
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 158
sentence: 13
flesch: 93
cache: cache/poe-happiest-684.txt
txt: txt/poe-happiest-684.txt
summary:
  1827 THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR by Edgar Allan Poe The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. The happiest day- the happiest hour Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen, The brightest glance of pride and power, I feel- have been: But were that hope of pride and power


id: poe-tamerlane-665
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Tamerlane
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1576
sentence: 83
flesch: 88
cache: cache/poe-tamerlane-665.txt
txt: txt/poe-tamerlane-665.txt
summary:
  O yearning heart! Thus I remember having dwelt Some page of early lore upon, With loitering eye, till I have felt The letters- with their meaning- melt To fantasies- with none.


id: poe-tale-664
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Tale Of Jerusalem
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1468
sentence: 48
flesch: 65
cache: cache/poe-tale-664.txt
txt: txt/poe-tale-664.txt
summary:
  Thou forgettest, however, Ben-Levi, replied Abel-Phittim, that the Roman Pompey, who is now impiously besieging the city of the Most High, has no assurity that we apply not the lambs thus purchased for the altar, to the sustenance of the body, rather than of the spirit. And yet, added Ben-Levi, thou canst not point me out a Philistine- no, not one- from Aleph to Tau- from the wilderness to the battlements- who seemeth any bigger than the letter Jod! Lower away the basket with the shekels of silver!


id: poe-man-690
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Man Of The Crowd
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3575
sentence: 137
flesch: 67
cache: cache/poe-man-690.txt
txt: txt/poe-man-690.txt
summary:
  They were undoubtedly noblemen, merchants, attorneys, tradesmen, stock-jobbers- the Eupatrids and the common-places of society- men of leisure and men actively engaged in affairs of their own- conducting business upon their own responsibility. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes- die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.


id: poe-assignation-667
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Assignation
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4495
sentence: 206
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-assignation-667.txt
txt: txt/poe-assignation-667.txt
summary:
  Her lip --her beautiful lip trembles: tears are gathering in her eyes --those eyes which, like Pliny's acanthus, are soft and almost liquid. --not --oh not as thou art --in the cold valley and shadow --but as thou shouldst be --squandering away a life of magnificent meditation in that city of dim visions, thine own Venice --which is a star-beloved Elysium of the sea, and the wide windows of whose Palladian palaces look down with a deep and bitter meaning upon the secrets of her silent waters.


id: poe-man-691
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Man That Was Used Up
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3816
sentence: 206
flesch: 75
cache: cache/poe-man-691.txt
txt: txt/poe-man-691.txt
summary:
  I wish to God my young and talented friend Chiponchipino, the sculptor, had but seen the legs of Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith. There was no chance of hearing any thing farther that evening in regard to Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith.


id: poe-balloon-668
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Balloon-Hoax
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5253
sentence: 211
flesch: 64
cache: cache/poe-balloon-668.txt
txt: txt/poe-balloon-668.txt
summary:
  The project, at the desire of Mr. Osborne, was kept a profound secret from the public- the only persons entrusted with the design being those actually engaged in the construction of the machine, which was built (under the superintendence of Mr. Mason, Mr. Holland, Sir Everard Bringhurst, and Mr. Osborne) at the seat of the latter gentleman near Penstruthal, in Wales. of Mr. Monck Mason and Mr. Ainsworth.


id: poe-serenade-654
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Serenade
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 170
sentence: 8
flesch: 83
cache: cache/poe-serenade-654.txt
txt: txt/poe-serenade-654.txt
summary:
  1850 SERENADE by Edgar Allan Poe SERENADE So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute. Within the valleys dim and brown, And on the spectral mountain's crown, The wearied light is dying down, And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky Are redolent of sleep, as I Am redolent of thee and thine Enthralling love, my Adeline.


id: poe-duc-680
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Duc De L Omlette
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1332
sentence: 115
flesch: 87
cache: cache/poe-duc-680.txt
txt: txt/poe-duc-680.txt
summary:
  * Ignoble souls!- De L'Omelette perished of an ortolan. Who are you, pray, that I, Duc De L'Omelette, Prince de Foie-Gras, just come of age, author of the 'Mazurkiad,' and Member of the Academy, should divest myself at your bidding of the sweetest pantaloons ever made by Bourdon, the daintiest robe-de-chambre ever put together by Rombert- to say nothing of the taking my hair out of paper- not to mention the trouble I should have in drawing off my gloves?


id: poe-bells-669
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Bells
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 619
sentence: 39
flesch: 89
cache: cache/poe-bells-669.txt
txt: txt/poe-bells-669.txt
summary:
  While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells,bells, Bells, bells, bells- In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells- Iron Bells!


id: poe-spirits-662
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Spirits Of The Dead
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 186
sentence: 6
flesch: 78
cache: cache/poe-spirits-662.txt
txt: txt/poe-spirits-662.txt
summary:
  1827 SPIRITS OF THE DEAD by Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.


id: poe-cask-672
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Cask Of Amontillado
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2368
sentence: 209
flesch: 88
cache: cache/poe-cask-672.txt
txt: txt/poe-cask-672.txt
summary:
  1846 THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO by Edgar Allan Poe THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will.


id: poe-metzengerstein-557
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Metzengerstein
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3385
sentence: 125
flesch: 55
cache: cache/poe-metzengerstein-557.txt
txt: txt/poe-metzengerstein-557.txt
summary:
  Frederick, Baron Metzengerstein, was, on the other hand, not yet Mary, followed him quickly after. From some peculiar circumstances attending the administration of his father, the young Baron, at the decease of the former, entered immediately upon his vast possessions.


id: poe-sonnet-660
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Sonnet - To Science
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 122
sentence: 9
flesch: 86
cache: cache/poe-sonnet-660.txt
txt: txt/poe-sonnet-660.txt
summary:
  true daughter of Old Time thou art! Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star?


id: poe-king-449
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: King Pest
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4798
sentence: 137
flesch: 57
cache: cache/poe-king-449.txt
txt: txt/poe-king-449.txt
summary:
  At the precise period, then, when this history properly commences, Legs, and his fellow Hugh Tarpaulin, sat, each with both elbows resting upon the large oaken table in the middle of the floor, and with a hand upon either cheek. It was by one of the terrific barriers already mentioned, and which indicated the region beyond to be under the Pest-ban, that, in scrambling down an alley, Legs and the worthy Hugh Tarpaulin found their progress suddenly impeded.


id: poe-domain-679
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Domain Of Arnheim
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6088
sentence: 228
flesch: 59
cache: cache/poe-domain-679.txt
txt: txt/poe-domain-679.txt
summary:
  It is indeed evident that with less of the instinctive philosophy which, now and then, stands so well in the stead of experience, Mr. Ellison would have found himself precipitated, by the very extraordinary success of his life, into the common vortex of unhappiness which yawns for those of pre-eminent endowments. It appears that about a hundred years before Mr. Ellison's coming of age, there had died, in a remote province, one Mr. Seabright Ellison.


id: poe-romance-563
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Romance
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 143
sentence: 5
flesch: 77
cache: cache/poe-romance-563.txt
txt: txt/poe-romance-563.txt
summary:
  1829 ROMANCE by Edgar Allan Poe ROMANCE Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been- a most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child- with a most knowing eye. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things!


id: poe-mellonta-456
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Mellonta Tauta
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5641
sentence: 238
flesch: 66
cache: cache/poe-mellonta-456.txt
txt: txt/poe-mellonta-456.txt
summary:
  April 2.- Spoke to-day the magnetic cutter in charge of the middle section of floating telegraph wires. The ancient idea confined investigations to crawling; and for hundreds of years so great was the infatuation about Hog especially, that a virtual end was put to all thinking, properly so called.


id: poe-some-657
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Some Words With A Mummy
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6352
sentence: 247
flesch: 65
cache: cache/poe-some-657.txt
txt: txt/poe-some-657.txt
summary:
  Mr. Buckingham, hereupon, gave a slight start, took his right thumb out of the left corner of his mouth, and, by way of indemnification inserted his left thumb in the right corner of the aperture above-mentioned. Not being able to get an answer from Mr. B., the figure turned peevishly to Mr. Gliddon, and, in a peremptory tone, demanded in general terms what we all meant. While I was thinking how I should answer this question, little Doctor Ponnonner committed himself in a very extraordinary way.


id: poe-murders-693
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Murders In The Rue Morgue
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 13908
sentence: 726
flesch: 74
cache: cache/poe-murders-693.txt
txt: txt/poe-murders-693.txt
summary:
  Keeping now steadily in mind the points to which I have drawn your attention --that peculiar voice, that unusual agility, and that startling absence of motive in a murder so singularly atrocious as this --let us glance at the butchery itself. Many other persons, neighbors, gave evidence to the same effect.


id: poe-literary-454
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Literary Life Of Thingum Bob, Esq.
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 7757
sentence: 344
flesch: 69
cache: cache/poe-literary-454.txt
txt: txt/poe-literary-454.txt
summary:
  What do you say, I suggested modestly, to my kicking him in the first instance, caning him afterward, and winding up by tweaking his nose? Mr. Crab looked at me musingly for some moments, and then answered: I think, Mr. Bob, that what you propose would answer sufficiently well- indeed remarkably well- that is to say, as far as it went- but barbers are exceedingly hard to cut, and I think, upon the whole, that, having performed upon Thomas Bob the operations you suggest, it would be advisable to blacken, with your fists, both his eyes, very carefully and thoroughly, to prevent his ever seeing you again in fashionable promenades. Should I at any time wish to express my opinion of Mr. Fly, the pages of the Lollipop, Mr. Crab assured me, were at my unlimited disposal.


id: poe-mesmeric-556
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Mesmeric Revelation
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3760
sentence: 242
flesch: 68
cache: cache/poe-mesmeric-556.txt
txt: txt/poe-mesmeric-556.txt
summary:
  The multitudinous conglomeration of rare matter into nebulae, planets, suns, and other bodies which are neither nebulae, suns, nor planets, is for the sole purpose of supplying pabulum for the idiosyncrasy of the organs of an infinity of rudimental beings. But in all this- in this identification of mere matter with God- is there nothing of irreverence?


id: poe-scenes-653
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Scenes From "Politian"
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4516
sentence: 444
flesch: 93
cache: cache/poe-scenes-653.txt
txt: txt/poe-scenes-653.txt
summary:
  For thou hast served me long and ever been Trustworthy and respectful. CASTIGLIONE My lord, some strange, Some singular mistake- misunderstanding- Hath without doubt arisen: thou hast been urged Thereby, in heat of anger, to address Some words most unaccountable, in writing, To me, Castiglione; the bearer being Baldazzar, Duke of Surrey.


id: poe-mystification-561
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Mystification
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3134
sentence: 114
flesch: 59
cache: cache/poe-mystification-561.txt
txt: txt/poe-mystification-561.txt
summary:
  Your opinions, allow me to say, Baron von Jung, although in the main correct, are, in many nice points, discreditable to yourself and to the university of which you are a member. In later days this insight grew more clear, as the intimacy which had at first permitted it became more close; and when, after three years of the character of the Baron Ritzner von Jung.


id: poe-conversation-677
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2023
sentence: 121
flesch: 69
cache: cache/poe-conversation-677.txt
txt: txt/poe-conversation-677.txt
summary:
  I need scarce tell you, my friend, that, even when you left us, men had agreed to understand those passages in the most holy writings which speak of the final destruction of all things by fire, as having reference to the orb of the earth alone. Meantime the ordinary affairs of men were discarded, and all interests absorbed in a growing discussion, instituted by the philosophic, in respect to the cometary nature.


id: poe-sonnet-659
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Sonnet - Silence
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 127
sentence: 8
flesch: 85
cache: cache/poe-sonnet-659.txt
txt: txt/poe-sonnet-659.txt
summary:
  1840 SONNET- SILENCE by Edgar Allan Poe There are some qualities- There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore- Body and soul.


id: poe-sonnet-661
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Sonnet - To Zante
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 112
sentence: 10
flesch: 95
cache: cache/poe-sonnet-661.txt
txt: txt/poe-sonnet-661.txt
summary:
  1837 SONNET- TO ZANTE by Edgar Allan Poe Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! Thy charms shall please no more- Thy memory no more!


id: poe-song-658
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Song
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 108
sentence: 7
flesch: 95
cache: cache/poe-song-658.txt
txt: txt/poe-song-658.txt
summary:
  Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee: And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Though happiness around thee lay; The world all love before thee.


id: poe-landors-450
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Landors Cottage
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4929
sentence: 179
flesch: 67
cache: cache/poe-landors-450.txt
txt: txt/poe-landors-450.txt
summary:
  It was clear that I had wandered from the road to the village, and I had thus good traveller's excuse to open the gate before me, and inquire my way, at all events; so, without more ado, I proceeded. Not more than six steps from the main door of the cottage stood the dead trunk of a fantastic pear-tree, so clothed from head to foot in the gorgeous bignonia blossoms that one required no little scrutiny to determine what manner of sweet thing it could be.


id: poe-ms-560
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Ms. Found In A Bottle
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4239
sentence: 180
flesch: 70
cache: cache/poe-ms-560.txt
txt: txt/poe-ms-560.txt
summary:
  But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny --the circles rapidly grow small --we are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool --and amid a roaring, and bellowing, and thundering of ocean and of tempest, the ship is quivering, oh God! I had ventured upon deck and thrown myself down, without attracting any notice, among a pile of ratlin-stuff and old sails in the bottom of the yawl.


id: poe-morning-559
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Morning On The Wissahiccon
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1906
sentence: 63
flesch: 60
cache: cache/poe-morning-559.txt
txt: txt/poe-morning-559.txt
summary:
  Yet it is only within a very few years that any one has more than heard of the Wissahiccon, while the broader and more navigable water into which it flows, has been long celebrated as one of the finest specimens of American river scenery. Of all extensive areas of natural loveliness, this is perhaps the most lovely.


id: poe-stanzas-663
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Stanzas
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 320
sentence: 13
flesch: 79
cache: cache/poe-stanzas-663.txt
txt: txt/poe-stanzas-663.txt
summary:
  but then only, bid With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken, To awake us- 'Tis a symbol and a token IV Of what in other worlds shall be- and given In beauty by our God, to those alone Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone, That high tone of the spirit which hath striven, Tho' not with Faith- with godliness- whose throne With desperate energy 't hath beaten down; Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown. [BYRON, The Island.] I In youth have I known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held- as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty from his birth: Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A passionate light- such for his spirit was fit-


id: poe-israfel-448
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Israfel
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 265
sentence: 11
flesch: 80
cache: cache/poe-israfel-448.txt
txt: txt/poe-israfel-448.txt
summary:
  Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely- flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. 1831 ISRAFEL by Edgar Allan Poe ISRAFEL


id: poe-evening-440
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Evening Star
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 113
sentence: 5
flesch: 88
cache: cache/poe-evening-440.txt
txt: txt/poe-evening-440.txt
summary:
  1827 EVENING STAR by Edgar Allan Poe 'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.


id: poe-silence-656
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Silence - A Fable
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1387
sentence: 64
flesch: 83
cache: cache/poe-silence-656.txt
txt: txt/poe-silence-656.txt
summary:
  And the moon ceased to totter up its pathway to heaven --and the thunder died away --and the lightning did not flash --and the clouds hung motionless --and the waters sunk to their level and remained --and the trees ceased to rock --and the water-lilies sighed no more --and the murmur was heard no longer from among them, nor any shadow of sound throughout the vast illimitable desert. For many miles on either side of the river's oozy bed is a pale desert of gigantic water-lilies.


id: poe-eulalie-439
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Eulalie
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 143
sentence: 8
flesch: 85
cache: cache/poe-eulalie-439.txt
txt: txt/poe-eulalie-439.txt
summary:
  That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl- Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt- now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye- While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.


id: poe-how-446
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: How To Write A Blackwood Article
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3986
sentence: 245
flesch: 79
cache: cache/poe-how-446.txt
txt: txt/poe-how-446.txt
summary:
  I have been assured that Suky is but a vulgar corruption of Psyche, which is good Greek, and means the soul (that's me, I'm all soul) and sometimes a butterfly, which latter meaning undoubtedly alludes to my appearance in my new crimson satin dress, with the sky-blue Arabian mantelet, and the trimmings of green agraffas, and the seven flounces of orange-colored auriculas. I have been assured that Snobbs is a mere corruption of Zenobia, and that Zenobia was a queen- (So am I. Dr. Moneypenny always calls me the Queen of the Hearts)- and that Zenobia, as well as Psyche, is good Greek, and that my father was a Greek, and that consequently I have a right to our patronymic, which is Zenobia and not by any means Snobbs.


id: poe-never-562
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Never Bet The Devil Your Head
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4057
sentence: 209
flesch: 79
cache: cache/poe-never-562.txt
txt: txt/poe-never-562.txt
summary:
  The best pigeon-winger over all kinds of style was my friend Mr. Carlyle, and as I knew he could not do it, I would not believe that it could be done by Toby Dammit. The truth is, there was something in the air with which Mr. Dammit was wont to give utterance to his offensive expression- something in his manner of enunciation- which at first interested, and afterwards made me very uneasy- something which, for want of a more definite term at present, I must be permitted to call queer; but which Mr. Coleridge would have called mystical, Mr. Kant pantheistical, Mr. Carlyle twistical, and Mr. Emerson hyperquizzitistical.


id: poe-hop-445
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Hop-Frog Or The Eight Chained Ourang-Outangs
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3692
sentence: 154
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-hop-445.txt
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summary:
  Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days, as fools; and many monarchs would have found it difficult to get through their days (days are rather longer at court than elsewhere) without both a jester to laugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at. Ah! ha! ha! roared the latter, as the dwarf reluctantly drained the beaker.- See what a glass of good wine can do!


id: poe-elizabeth-438
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Elizabeth
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 126
sentence: 2
flesch: 30
cache: cache/poe-elizabeth-438.txt
txt: txt/poe-elizabeth-438.txt
summary:
  1850 ELIZABETH by Edgar Allan Poe ELIZABETH Elizabeth, it surely is most fit [Logic and common usage so commanding] In thy own book that first thy name be writ, Zeno and other sages notwithstanding; And I have other reasons for so doing Besides my innate love of contradiction; Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction, Has studied very little of his part, Read nothing, written less - in short's a fool Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art, Being ignorant of one important rule, Employed in even the theses of the school- Called - I forget the heathenish Greek name [Called anything, its meaning is the same] Always write first things uppermost in the heart. THE END .


id: poe-loss-455
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Loss Of Breath
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4706
sentence: 199
flesch: 65
cache: cache/poe-loss-455.txt
txt: txt/poe-loss-455.txt
summary:
  1850 LOSS OF BREATH A Tale Neither In nor Out of Blackwood by Edgar Allan Poe O Breathe not, etc. Moore's Melodies THE MOST notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring courage of philosophy- as the most stubborn city to the ceaseless vigilance of an enemy. The phrases I am out of breath, I have lost my breath, etc., are often enough repeated in common conversation; but it had never occurred to me that the terrible accident of which I speak could bona fide and actually happen!


id: poe-shadow-655
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Shadow - A Parable
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1020
sentence: 34
flesch: 68
cache: cache/poe-shadow-655.txt
txt: txt/poe-shadow-655.txt
summary:
  For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away, ere these memorials be seen of men. 1850 SHADOW- A PARABLE by Edgar Allan Poe Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow: Psalm of David. YE who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows.


id: poe-morella-558
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Morella
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2144
sentence: 86
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-morella-558.txt
txt: txt/poe-morella-558.txt
summary:
  The winds of the firmament breathed but one sound within my ears, and the ripples upon the sea murmured evermore- Morella. And I kept no reckoning of time or place, and the stars of my fate faded from heaven, and therefore the earth grew dark, and its figures passed by me like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only- Morella.


id: poe-alone-426
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Alone
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 157
sentence: 6
flesch: 85
cache: cache/poe-alone-426.txt
txt: txt/poe-alone-426.txt
summary:
  Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) 1830 ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe ALONE From childhood's hour


id: poe-hymn-447
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Hymn
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 89
sentence: 4
flesch: 90
cache: cache/poe-hymn-447.txt
txt: txt/poe-hymn-447.txt
summary:
  thou hast heard my hymn! When the hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee; Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly my Present and my Past, Let my Future radiant shine With sweet hopes of thee and thine! - -THE END- .


id: poe-for-442
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: For Annie
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 454
sentence: 21
flesch: 83
cache: cache/poe-for-442.txt
txt: txt/poe-for-442.txt
summary:
  1849 FOR ANNIE by Edgar Allan Poe Thank Heaven! The sickness- the nausea- The pitiless pain- Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain- With the fever called Living That burned in my brain.


id: poe-four-443
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Four Beasts In One- The Homo-Cameleopard
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2818
sentence: 181
flesch: 75
cache: cache/poe-four-443.txt
txt: txt/poe-four-443.txt
summary:
  It is also certain that he is at present ensconced in the hide of a beast, and is doing his best to play the part of a cameleopard; but this is done for the better sustaining his dignity as king. Let us follow him to the hippodrome, whither he is proceeding, and listen to the song of triumph which he is commencing: Who is king but Epiphanes?


id: poe-eldorado-436
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Eldorado
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 102
sentence: 7
flesch: 85
cache: cache/poe-eldorado-436.txt
txt: txt/poe-eldorado-436.txt
summary:
  1849 ELDORADO by Edgar Allan Poe ELDORADO Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride, The shade replied- If you seek for Eldorado! -THE END- .


id: poe-lionizing-453
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Lionizing
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1678
sentence: 145
flesch: 87
cache: cache/poe-lionizing-453.txt
txt: txt/poe-lionizing-453.txt
summary:
  I gave it a pull or two upon the spot, and wrote a pamphlet on Nosology forthwith. My mother saw this and called me a genius:- my father wept for joy and presented me with a treatise on Nosology.


id: poe-dreamland-434
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Dreamland
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 336
sentence: 13
flesch: 74
cache: cache/poe-dreamland-434.txt
txt: txt/poe-dreamland-434.txt
summary:
  Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters- lone and dead,- 1844 DREAMLAND by Edgar Allan Poe DREAMLAND


id: poe-lenore-451
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Lenore
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 318
sentence: 17
flesch: 89
cache: cache/poe-lenore-451.txt
txt: txt/poe-lenore-451.txt
summary:
  on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou


id: poe-bridal-431
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Bridal Ballad
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 191
sentence: 15
flesch: 103
cache: cache/poe-bridal-431.txt
txt: txt/poe-bridal-431.txt
summary:
  1837 BRIDAL BALLAD by Edgar Allan Poe The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at my command, Would God I could awaken!


id: poe-narrative-695
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Narrative Of Arthur Gordon Pym Of Nantucket
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 71834
sentence: 2549
flesch: 66
cache: cache/poe-narrative-695.txt
txt: txt/poe-narrative-695.txt
summary:
  I hardly know why she was chosen in preference to other good vessels belonging to the same owners- We were now clear off, and making great way out to sea.


id: poe-dreams-435
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Dreams
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 283
sentence: 17
flesch: 91
cache: cache/poe-dreams-435.txt
txt: txt/poe-dreams-435.txt
summary:
  But should it be- that dream eternally Continuing- as dreams have been to me For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness,- have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen? 'Twas once-


id: poe-dream-420
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Dream Within A Dream
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 154
sentence: 11
flesch: 100
cache: cache/poe-dream-420.txt
txt: txt/poe-dream-420.txt
summary:
  1827 A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.


id: poe-marginalia-417
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Marginalia
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6254
sentence: 249
flesch: 63
cache: cache/poe-marginalia-417.txt
txt: txt/poe-marginalia-417.txt
summary:
  A deep-rooted and strictly continuous habit of reading will, with certain classes of intellect, result in an instinctive and seemingly magnetic appreciation of a thing written; and now the student reads by pages just as other men by words. And should these matters come to pass- as they will- there will be in them no more legitimate cause for wonder than there is, to-day, in the marvel that, syllable by syllable, men comprehend what, letter by letter, I now trace upon this page.


id: poe-tale-422
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Tale Of The Ragged Mountains
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4077
sentence: 210
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-tale-422.txt
txt: txt/poe-tale-422.txt
summary:
  Upon a dim, warm, misty day, toward the close of November, and during the strange interregnum of the seasons which in America is termed the Indian Summer, Mr. Bedloe departed as usual for the hills. When I first saw you, Mr. Bedloe, at Saratoga, it was the miraculous similarity which existed between yourself and the painting which induced me to accost you, to seek your friendship, and to bring about those arrangements which resulted in my becoming your constant companion.


id: poe-diddling-433
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Diddling
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4097
sentence: 250
flesch: 80
cache: cache/poe-diddling-433.txt
txt: txt/poe-diddling-433.txt
summary:
  A friend holds one of the diddler's promises to pay, filled up and signed in due form, upon the ordinary blanks printed in red ink. He scorns to diddle for the mere sake of the diddle.


id: poe-dream-419
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Dream
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 107
sentence: 7
flesch: 99
cache: cache/poe-dream-419.txt
txt: txt/poe-dream-419.txt
summary:
  What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? -THE END- . That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.


id: poe-predicament-421
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Predicament
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3629
sentence: 258
flesch: 81
cache: cache/poe-predicament-421.txt
txt: txt/poe-predicament-421.txt
summary:
  I merely paused a moment to bid Diana behave herself, and assure Pompey that I would be considerate and bear as lightly as possible upon his shoulders. Leaning upon the arm of the gallant Pompey, and attended at a respectable distance by Diana, I proceeded down one of the populous and very pleasant streets of the now deserted Edina.


id: poe-al-425
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Al Aaraaf
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2885
sentence: 129
flesch: 83
cache: cache/poe-al-425.txt
txt: txt/poe-al-425.txt
summary:
  The Sephalica, budding with young bees, Upreared its purple stem around her knees:- And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'd- Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd All other loveliness:- its honied dew (The fabled nectar that the heathen knew) Thou hast bound many eyes In a dreamy sleep- But the strains still arise Which thy vigilance keep- The sound of the rain, Which leaps down to the flower- And dances again In the rhythm of the shower- The murmur that springs From the growing of grass Are the music of things- But are modell'd, alas!- Away, then, my dearest, Oh!


id: poe-annabel-428
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Annabel Lee
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 311
sentence: 14
flesch: 84
cache: cache/poe-annabel-428.txt
txt: txt/poe-annabel-428.txt
summary:
  And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.


id: poe-thou-416
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Thou Art The Man
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 5875
sentence: 168
flesch: 56
cache: cache/poe-thou-416.txt
txt: txt/poe-thou-416.txt
summary:
  He then went on to state that, on the afternoon of the day previous to Mr. Shuttleworthy's departure for the city, that worthy old gentleman had mentioned to his nephew, in his hearing (Mr. Goodfellow's), that his object in going to town on the morrow was to make a deposit of an unusually large sum of money in the Farmers and Mechanics' Bank, and that, then and there, the said Mr. Shuttleworthy had distinctly avowed to the said nephew his irrevocable determination of rescinding the will originally made, and of cutting him off with a shilling. In the meantime, I instituted a rigorous private search for the corpse of Mr. Shuttleworthy, and, for good reasons, searched in quarters as divergent as possible from those to which Mr. Goodfellow conducted his party.


id: poe-hans-444
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Hans Phaall
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 19015
sentence: 637
flesch: 58
cache: cache/poe-hans-444.txt
txt: txt/poe-hans-444.txt
summary:
  Throwing out, therefore, a quantity of sand from a canvas bag, which, he lifted with great difficulty, he became stationary in an instant. This buckle had three teeth, which, being somewhat rusty, turned with great difficulty on their axis.


id: poe-pit-110
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: The Pit And The Pendulum
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6279
sentence: 347
flesch: 80
cache: cache/poe-pit-110.txt
txt: txt/poe-pit-110.txt
summary:
  For the first time during many hours, or perhaps days, I THOUGHT. For many hours the immediate vicinity of the low framework upon which I lay had been literally swarming with rats.


id: poe-enigma-427
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: An Enigma
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 112
sentence: 8
flesch: 83
cache: cache/poe-enigma-427.txt
txt: txt/poe-enigma-427.txt
summary:
  1848 AN ENIGMA by Edgar Allan Poe Seldom we find, says Solomon Don Dunce, Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet- Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?


id: poe-descent-418
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Descent Into The Maelstrom
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 7105
sentence: 252
flesch: 71
cache: cache/poe-descent-418.txt
txt: txt/poe-descent-418.txt
summary:
  It was just seven, by my watch, when we weighed and started for home, so as to make the worst of the Strom at slack water, which we knew would be at eight. I have forgotten the explanation --how what I observed was, in fact, the natural consequence of the forms of the floating fragments --and showed me how it happened that a cylinder, swimming in a vortex, offered more resistance to its suction, and was drawn in with greater difficulty than an equally bulky body, of any form whatever.


id: poe-eleonora-437
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Eleonora
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 2447
sentence: 74
flesch: 66
cache: cache/poe-eleonora-437.txt
txt: txt/poe-eleonora-437.txt
summary:
  No path was trodden in its vicinity; and, to reach our happy home, there was need of putting back, with force, the foliage of many thousands of forest trees, and of crushing to death the glories of many millions of fragrant flowers. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.


id: poe-valentine-424
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: A Valentine
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 171
sentence: 10
flesch: 81
cache: cache/poe-valentine-424.txt
txt: txt/poe-valentine-424.txt
summary:
  Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too, Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando- Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying! 1846 A VALENTINE by Edgar Allan Poe For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.


id: poe-berenice-429
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Berenice
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 3262
sentence: 134
flesch: 66
cache: cache/poe-berenice-429.txt
txt: txt/poe-berenice-429.txt
summary:
  And although, to a careless thinker, it might appear a matter beyond doubt, that the alteration produced by her unhappy malady, in the moral condition of Berenice, would afford me many objects for the exercise of that intense and abnormal meditation whose nature I have been at some trouble in explaining, yet such was not in any degree the case. And at length the period of our nuptials was approaching, when, upon an afternoon in the winter of the year, --one of those unseasonably warm, calm, and misty days which are the nurse of the beautiful Halcyon*, --I sat, (and sat, as I thought, alone,) in the inner apartment of the library.


id: poe-ligeia-452
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Ligeia
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 6208
sentence: 276
flesch: 72
cache: cache/poe-ligeia-452.txt
txt: txt/poe-ligeia-452.txt
summary:
  half shrieked Ligeia, leaping to her feet and extending her arms aloft with a spasmodic movement, as I made an end of these lines --O God! I CANNOT, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia.


id: poe-criticism-432
author: Poe, Edgar Allen
title: Criticism
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 79792
sentence: 3135
flesch: 65
cache: cache/poe-criticism-432.txt
txt: txt/poe-criticism-432.txt
summary:
  The verse Go forth under the open sky and list- is sadly out of place amid the forcible and even Miltonic rhythm of such lines as- Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon But these are trivial faults indeed and the poem embodies a great degree of the most elevated beauty. Mr. W. has often, for example, such lines as That binds him to a woman's delicate love- In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm With its invisible fingers my loose hair.


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