Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque is a collection of previously-published short stories by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in Title: Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque Volume 1 Author: Edgar Allan Poe * A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook * eBook No.: Edition: 1. Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque () by Edgar Allan Poe The epithets “Grotesque” and “Arabesque” will be found to indicate with.

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Steeped in misery as I am–misery, alas! The pallor of his countenance had assumed, if talse, a more ghastly hue–but the luminousness of his eye had utterly gone out. But from the fact that, during a period of some two or three years, I have written five-and-twenty short stories whose general character may be so briefly defined, it cannot be fairly inferred–at all events it is not truly inferred–that I have, for this species of writing, any inordinate, or indeed any peculiar taste or prepossession.

In “Ligeia,” by Mr. The darkness, however, was now total; and we could only feel that he was standing in our midst. In this low and small room there hung no lamp; and now no light at all was admitted, save that of the exceedingly feeble dawn which made its way through a semicircular window.

What is Poe saying about his conflicted self—or about any of us and our raabesque dualities?

From comparatively trivial wickedness I passed, with the stride of a giant, into more than the enormities of an Elah-Gabalus. The same name; the same contour of person; the same day of arrival at the academy!

Tales Of The Grotesque and Arabesque by Edgar Allan Poe

Or perhaps his own soul materialized? His is a high destiny. Let us admit, for the moment, that the “phantasy-pieces” now given are Germanic, or what not. The brief interval had been sufficient to enfeeble my remembrance of the events at Dr.

So, of course, Poe had to be the first he’s always my first choice anyways. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect–in terror.

Distinct, coldly, calmly distinct–like a knell of death–horrible, horrible death–sank the eternal sounds within my soul. Incomplete texts without a source works Early modern works Fiction Collections of short stories. Some one did introduce me to the gentleman, I am sure–at some public meeting, I know very well–held about something of great importance, alpan doubt–and at some place or other, of this I feel convinced–whose name I have unaccountably forgotten.

I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher’s which I aravesque not so much on account of its novelty, for other men have thought thus, as on account of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. In this disposition, the dupe who cuts, as customary, at the breadth of the pack, will invariably find that he cuts his antagonist an honor; while the gambler, cutting at the length, will, as certainly, cut nothing for his victim which may count in the records of the game.


Cambridge University Press, Read more Read less. Thus far I had succumbed supinely to this imperious domination. He was enchained by certain superstitious impressions in regard to the dwelling which he tenanted, and from which, for many years, he had never ventured forth–in regard to an influence whose supposititious force was conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be restated–an influence which some peculiarities in the mere form and substance of his family mansion, had, by dint of long sufferance, he said, obtained over his spirit–an effect which the physique of the gray walls and turrets, and of the dim tarn into which they all looked down, had, at length, brought about upon the morale of his existence.

I say to my astonishment. There can be but one opinion in regard to the force and beauty of his style His mask and cloak lay where he had thrown them, upon the floor. It has a few, but not all. This was given in a scream. andd

Minute fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. Such, I have edgaf known, is the paradoxical law of all sentiments having terror as a basis. It was my antagonist–it was Wilson, who then stood before me in the agonies of his dissolution.

He has a peculiarity of his own — dealing often in rather wild imaginings, and yet he always contrives to sustain his plots with so much novelty of incident, that you must read him out in spite of any sober realities that may occasionally flit across the mind. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood- work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of the external air. Upon mankind at large the events of very early existence rarely leave in mature age any definite impression.

He paints with sombre Rembrandt-like tints, and there allan great force and vigor of conception in whatever he produces.

Upon this topic–the topic of Smith’s personal appearance–I have a kind of melancholy satisfaction in being minute. The truth–the tragedy–of the drama was no more. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.


Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I now began very clearly to perceive that the object before me was nothing more or less than my new acquaintance, Brevet Brigadier General John A. Its graphic effect is powerful. My curiosity, however, had not been altogether satisfied, and I resolved to prosecute immediate inquiry among my acquaintances touching the Brevet Brigadier General himself, and particularly respecting the tremendous events in which he performed so conspicuous a part–quorum pars magna fuit–during the Bugaboo and Kickapoo campaign.

The house, I have said, was old, irregular, and cottage-built. If there be on earth a supreme and unqualified despotism, it is the despotism of a master mind in boyhood over the less energetic spirits of its companions. Poe is no imitator in talss.

I had been long plotting one of those ill-natured pieces of practical wit at his expense in which I had hitherto been so uniformly unsuccessful.

By using this site, you arabessue to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Many hands roughly seized me upon the spot, and lights were immediately reprocured. I saw, indeed, that they were his, but I shook as with a fit of the ague in fancying they were not.

When I came of age my father asked me, one day, if I would step with him into his study. With a well-feigned show of reluctance, and not until after my repeated refusal had seduced him into some angry words which gave a color of pique to my compliance, did I al,an comply. In this narrative I have therefore designated myself as William Wilson–a fictitious title not very dissimilar to the real.

Having deposited our mournful burden upon tressels within this region of horror, we partially turned aside the yet unscrewed lid of the coffin, and looked upon the face of the tenant.

Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque

I would be plain, positive, peremptory–as short as pie- crust–as ggrotesque as Tacitus or Montesquieu. Is it really another person? It was never opened save for the three periodical egressions and ingressions already mentioned; then, in every creak of its mighty hinges we found a plenitude of mystery, a world of matter for solemn remark, or for more solemn meditation.