...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...insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest...

...of Usher" — are at once absorbing and demystifying. The opening paragraph of "Usher" is exemplary. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day...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...

...the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of...on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. To read Poe is to read the wrangling of the human soul when it is no longer capable of balancing its...

...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 grew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. "-- -Edgar Allen Poe </blockquote> As...

...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." There would be absolutely no doubt...

...clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing fc alone, on horseback, through the singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within the view of the melancholy House of Usher. Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of 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...evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.6 Edgar Allan Poe, "The Philosophy of Composition" Norton Anthology of American Literature. Vol....

...soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens . . . at length found myself, as the shades of the evening...on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. Directly under the quote appeared the following question: "Who killed Mary Rogers?" It was written...