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FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject ...
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,...
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…
Oh! that my young life were a last… My spirit not awak’ning, till the… Of an Eternity should bring the m… Yes! tho’ that long dream were of… ’Twere better than the dull realit…
I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—wh...
DURING the autumn of 18—, while on a tour through the extreme southern provinces of France, my route led me within a few miles of a certain Maison de Sante or private mad-house, about w...
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other. Hereditary wealth afforded me an educati...
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…
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see
LO! Death has reared himself a th… In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the… Have gone to their eternal rest.
Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul. —La Bruyère IT was w...
Thy soul shall find itself alone— Alone of all on earth—unknown The cause—but none are near to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude,
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but new…
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…
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and lig… Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day