 ... upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the...  The American Whig Review - Seite 2881850Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 414 Seiten
...of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it, I paused to...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while beyond doubt there... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 236 Seiten
...of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What •was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 210 Seiten
...heart — an unredeemed drear- '" iness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1902 - 564 Seiten
...of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought, which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. 5. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1902 - 394 Seiten
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it Vol. III.— 18 273 that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher ? It was a mystery... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1903 - 390 Seiten
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Lewis Henry Jones - 1903 - 504 Seiten
...the heart, 5 an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...a mystery all insoluble'; nor could I grapple with 10 the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory... | |
 | Lewis Henry Jones - 1903 - 504 Seiten
...the heart, 5 an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with 10 the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory... | |
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