The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 1
By Edgar Allan Poe
A collection of chilling tales including The Gold-Bug, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and more.
Table of Contents
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe The Raven Edition Contents PREFACE LIFE OF POE DEATH OF POE THE UNPARALLELED ADVENTURES OF ONE HANS PFAALL THE GOLD-BUG FO...
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden ...
By James Russell Lowell The situation of American literature is anomalous. It has no centre, or, if it have, it is like that of the sphere of Hermes. It is divid...
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas ...
DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE By N. P. Willis The ancient fable of two antagonistic spirits imprisoned in one body, equally powerful and having the complete mastery by ...
THE UNPARALLELED ADVENTURES OF ONE HANS PFAAL (*1) By late accounts from Rotterdam, that city seems to be in a high state of philosophical excitement. Indeed, phenomen...
What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. _—All in the Wrong._ Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William L...
FOUR BEASTS IN ONE—THE HOMO-CAMELEOPARD Chacun a ses vertus. —_Crébillon’s Xerxes._ Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezeki...
What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not beyond _all_ conjecture. —_Sir Thomas Browne._ ...
THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET.(*1) A SEQUEL TO “THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE.” Es giebt eine Reihe idealischer Begebenheiten, die der Wirklichkeit parallel lauft. Selten ...
[Astounding News by Express, _via_ Norfolk!—The Atlantic crossed in Three Days! Signal Triumph of Mr. Monck Mason’s Flying Machine!—Arrival at Sullivan’s Island, near Charlestown,...
MS. FOUND IN A BOTTLE Qui n’a plus qu’un moment a vivre N’a plus rien a dissimuler. —Quinault—Atys. Of my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage an...
The château into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was...