DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone
Maria Araújohas quoted6 months ago
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.
Maria Araújohas quoted6 months ago
I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher.