Edgar Allan Poe — Tales of Horror

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Ms. Found in a Bottle (1)
Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivre N’a plus rien a dissimuler. —Quinault—Atys. Of my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usag…
Ms. Found in a Bottle (2)
I have seen the captain face to face, and in his own cabin—but, as I expected, he paid me no attention. Although in his appearance there is…
The Oval Portrait
The château into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass…
A Descent into the Maelstrom (1)
The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, pr…
A Descent into the Maelstrom (2)
“For some moments we were completely deluged, as I say, and all this time I held my breath, and clung to the bolt. When I could stand it no…
Mesmeric Revelation
Whatever doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted. Of these latter, thos…
The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar
Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It w…
The Black Cat
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…
The Fall of the House of Usher (1)
Son cœur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.. —De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the…
The Fall of the House of Usher (2)
I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception…
Silence—A Fable
“The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent.” “Listen to me,” said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head. “…
The Masque of the Red Death
The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the…
The Cask of Amontillado
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 th…
The Imp of the Perverse
In the consideration of the faculties and impulses—of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a…
The Assignation (1)
Stay for me there! I will not fail. To meet thee in that hollow vale. (Exequy on the death of his wife, by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester…
The Assignation (2)
Thou wast that all 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…
The Pit and the Pendulum (1)
Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, Mors ubi dir…
The Pit and the Pendulum (2)
I could no longer doubt the doom prepared for me by monkish ingenuity in torture. My cognizance of the pit had become known to the inquisit…
The Premature Burial (1)
There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction…
The Premature Burial (2)
From the innumerable images of gloom which thus oppressed me in dreams, I select for record but a solitary vision. Methought I was immersed…
The Tell-Tale Heart
True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not…
Berenice
Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquar tulum fore levatas.—Ebn Zaiat. Misery is manifold. The wretchedne…
Eleonora
Sub conservatione formæ specificæ salva anima. —Raymond Lully. I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have…
Ligeia (1)
And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading a…
Ligeia (2)
Some few ottomans and golden candelabra, of Eastern figure, were in various stations about—and there was the couch, too—bridal couch—of an…
Morella
Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and single. —PLATO—Sympos. With a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my fri…
King Pest (1)
A Tale Containing an Allegory The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes. —Buckhurst’s Tragedy o…
King Pest (2)
“This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop of Will Wimble the undertaker—a man whom we know not, and whose plebei…
Metzengerstein
Pestis eram vivus—moriens tua mors ero. —Martin Luther Horror and fatality have been stalking abroad in all ages. Why then give a date to t…
Shadow—A Parable
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 lo…
Hop-Frog
I never knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, an…
Silence
There are some qualities—some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From…