I looked upon the scene before me - upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain - upon the bleak walls - upon the vacant eye-like windows - upon a few rank sedges - and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees - with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller 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 sublime. What was it - I paused to think - what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher?
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awesome name.
i have an action figure of Mr. Poe. XD
While i pondered weak and weary
Over many a quant and curious volumes of forgotten lore
while i wondered nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping
aas if someone gently rapping rapping at my chamber door
Tis some visitor i muttered rapping at my chamber door
this it is and nothing more
The jRaven-Edgar Allan Poe
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