The Fall of the House of Usher

Not hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!

I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression.

His heart is a suspended lute; As soon as you touch it, it resonates.

I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

Me ocurría a veces, en realidad, pensar que su mente, agitada sin tregua, estaba torturada por algún secreto opresor, cuya divulgación no tenía el valor para efectuar.

Er is geen twijfel mogelijk dat mijn bewustzijn van de snelle groei van mijn bijgeloof (want waarom zou ik het niet zo noemen?) de groei alleen maar scheen te versnellen. Dat is, zoals ik al lange tijd weet, de paradoxale wet van alle gewaarwordingen die angst als basis hebben.

Era una sensación glacial, un abatimiento, una náusea en el corazón, una irremediable tristeza de pensamiento que ningún estímulo de la imaginación podía impulsar a lo sublime.