Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems

by Edgar Allan Poe

let us hasten to the ramparts adjoining the gate of Benjamin, which is in the city of David, and overlooking the camp of the uncircumcised;

“Thou wretch!—thou vixen!—thou shrew!” said I to my wife on the morning after our wedding;

while he himself took occasion to throw some fagots upon the fire,

It was the Marchesa Aphrodite—the adoration of all Venice—the gayest of the gay—the

She died;—and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine.

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.

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.