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It was a black cat— a very large one— fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.
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We had birds, some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat. The cat was a beautiful animal, of unusually large size, and entirely black. I named the cat Pluto, and it was the pet I liked best. alone fed it, and it followed me all around the house.
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Feb 19, 2012 · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Topics. Edgar Allan Poe, Poe, The Electronic Books Foundation. Collection. opensource. A famous and wonderful short story by Edgar Allan Poe. Addeddate.
Dec 17, 2014 · The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished.
- Edgar Allan Poe
- VENICE
- A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
- For alas! alas! with me. The light of life is o'er.
- A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
- The Balloon
- The Journal
- Berenice
- The Black Cat
- A Descent into the Maelstrom
- JOSEPH GLANVILL
- The Domain of Arnheim
- GILES FLETCHER
- A PENDANT TO 'THE DOMAIN OF ARNHEIM'
- Eleonora
- RAYMOND LULLY
- The Fall of the House of Usher
- DE BERANGER
- IV
- VI
- THAT SHE NOW STANDS WITHOUT THE DOOR!'
- The Imp of the Perverse
- The Island of the Fay
- A TALE CONTAINING AN ALLEGORY
The Black Cat and Other Stories Edgar Allan Poe The Assignation
Stay for me there! I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. HENRY KING, Bishop of Chichester, Exequy on the death of his wife Ill−fated and mysterious man!−−bewildered in the brilliancy of thine own imagination, and fallen in the flames of thine own youth! Again in fancy I behold thee! Once more thy form hath risen before...
Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! AA voice from out the Future cries, 'On! on!'−−but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
'No more−−no more−−no more' (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder−blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! Now all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, And where thy foot...
During the fall of the year 1827, while residing near Charlottesville, Virginia, I casually made the acquaintance of Mr Augustus Bedloe. This young gentleman was remarkable in every respect, and excited in me a profound interest and curiosity. I found it impossible to comprehend him either in his moral or his physical relations. Of his family I cou...
'Two very decided failures, of late,−−those of Mr Henson and Sir George Cayley,−−had much weakened the public interest in the subject of aerial navigation. Mr Henson's scheme (which at first was considered very feasible even by men of science) was founded upon the principle of an inclined plane, started from an eminence by an extrinsic force applie...
'.−−Every preparation likely to embarrass us having been made overnight, we commenced the inflation this morning at daybreak; but owing to a thick fog, which encumbered the folds of the silk and rendered it unmanageable, we did not get through before nearly eleven o'clock. Cut loose, then, in high spirits, and rose gently...
Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum fore levatas. −−EBN ZAIAT Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of the arch,−−as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rain...
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not−−and very surely do I not dream. But to−morrow I die, and to−day I would unburden my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before ...
The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame in any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus.
We had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak. 'Not long ago,' said he at length, 'and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened before to mortal man−−or, at lea...
The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut. The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right In a large round set with the flowers of light. The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves did shew Like twinkl...
From his cradle to his grave a gale of prosperity bore my friend Ellison along. Nor do I use the word prosperity in its mere worldly sense. I mean it as synonymous with happiness. The person of whom I speak seemed born for the purpose of foreshadowing the doctrines of Turgot, Price, Priestley and Condorcet−−of exemplifying by individual instance wh...
During a pedestrian tour last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing. The land undulated very remarkably; and my path, for the last hour, had wound about and about so confusedly, in its effort to keep in the valleys, that I no longer knew ...
Sub conservatione formae specificae salva anima.−−
II am come of a race noted for vigour of fancy and ardour of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence−− whether much that is glorious−−whether all that is profound−−does not spring from disease of thought−−from of mind exalted at the expense of the general...
Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitot qu'on le touche il resonne.
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, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it w...
And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. V But evil things, ...
And travellers now within that valley, Through the red−litten windows, see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh−−but smile no more. II well remember t...
As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell−−the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust−−but then without those doors there DID stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady ...
In the consideration of the faculties and impulses−−of the of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them. In the pure arrogance of the reason, w...
Nullus enim locus sine genio est.−−SERVIUS 'La musique,' says Marmontel, in those 'Contes Moraux'<1> which, in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling 'Moral Tales' as if in mockery of their spirit−−'la musique est le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui−meme; tous les autres veulent des temoins.' He here confounds the pleasure de...
The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes. −−Buckhurst's Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex About twelve o'clock, one night in the month of October, and during the chivalrous reign of the third Edward, two seamen belonging to the crew of the Free and Easy, a trading schooner plying between Slu...
Feb 16, 2022 · I, No. 1), by various. The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Black Cat (Vol. I, No. 1, October 1895), by Various. This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
Apr 21, 2024 · The Black Cat (Poe) (1843) by Edgar Allan Poe. →. sister projects: Wikipedia article, Commons category, Wikidata item. short story. Listen to this text ( help | file info or download) Versions of The Black Cat (Poe) include: "The Black Cat". MS., 1842—1843. ( cited: F. O. C. Darley, personal communication.
