Contemplavo il luogo: quella casa, il nudo disegno del paesaggio, le mura spoglie, le aggrovigliate carici, i radi, decidui tronchi; e pativo uno sfinimento dell’anima, che non posso paragonare a nessuna sensazione terrestre, se non al ridestarsi dell’oppiomane dal fasto dei suoi sogni: il tristo precipizio nella vita quotidiana, l’orrore del velo che cade. Era gelido il cuore, affranto, infermo; tetra, sconsolata meditazione, che nessuna sevizia dell’immaginazione poteva adizzare al sentimento del sublime.
Edgar Allan PoeTell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
Edgar Allan PoeFor my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words, with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.
Edgar Allan PoeThere seemed a deep sense of life and joy about all; and although no airs blew from out the Heavens, yet everything had motion through the gentle sweepings to and fro of innumberable butterflies, that might have been mistaken for tullips with wings.
Edgar Allan PoeYet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of man.
Edgar Allan PoeYet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?
Edgar Allan PoeMots clés man heart perverseness
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Edgar Allan PoeYes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely - flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
And if I died, at least I died
For thee! for thee
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me
broken-hearted.
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