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Maelzel's Chess-player Maelzel's Chess-player

Maelzel's Chess-player
PERHAPS no exhibition of the kind has ever elicited so general attention as the Chess-Player of Maelzel. Wherever seen it has been an object of intense curiosity, to all persons who think. Yet the question of its _modus operandi is _still undetermined. Nothing has been written on this topic which can be considered as decisive--and accordingly we find every where men of mechanical genius, of great general acuteness, and discriminative understanding, who make no scruple in pronouncing the Automaton a _pure machine, _unconnected with human agency in its movements, and consequently, beyond all comparison, the most astonishing of the inventions of... Short Stories - Post by : tomcat - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2712

The Landscape Garden The Landscape Garden

The Landscape Garden
The garden like a lady fair was cutThat lay as if she slumbered in delight,And to the open skies her eyes did shut;The azure fields of heaven were 'sembled rightIn a large round set with flow'rs of light:The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dewThat hung upon their azure leaves, did showLike twinkling stars that sparkle in the ev'ning blue. -- GILES FLETCHERNO MORE remarkable man ever lived than my friend, the young Ellison. He was remarkable in the entire and... Short Stories - Post by : jabberwocky - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1151

The Business Man The Business Man

The Business Man
Method is the soul of business. -- OLD SAYING.I AM a business man. I am a methodical man. d is the thing, after all. But there are no people I more heartily despise than your eccentric fools who prate about method without understanding it; attending strictly to its letter, and violating its spirit. These fellows are always doing the most out-of-the-way things in what they call an orderly manner. Now here, I conceive, is a positive paradox. True method appertains to the ordinary and the obvious alone, and cannot be applied to the outre. What definite idea can a body attach... Short Stories - Post by : arobin - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2826

The Man That Was Used Up The Man That Was Used Up

The Man That Was Used Up
A TALE OF THE LATE BUGABOO AND KICKAPOO CAMPAIGN._Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez vous en eau !__La moitié ; de ma vie a mis l' autre au tombeau._CORNEILLE.I CANNOT just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that truly fine-looking fellow, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith. 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, no doubt - at some place or other, I feel convinced, - whose name I have unaccountably forgotten.... Short Stories - Post by : andrewb - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2896

Loss Of Breath Loss Of Breath

Loss Of Breath
O Breathe not, etc. -- Moore's MelodiesTHE MOST notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring courage of philosophy -- as the most stubborn city to the ceaseless vigilance of an enemy. Shalmanezer, as we have it in holy writings, lay three years before Samaria; yet it fell. Sardanapalus -- see Diodorus -- maintained himself seven in Nineveh; but to no purpose. Troy expired at the close of the second lustrum; and Azoth, as Aristaeus declares upon his honour as a gentleman, opened at last her gates to Psammetichus, after having barred them for the fifth part of a... Short Stories - Post by : cmoos - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3860

The Oblong Box The Oblong Box

The Oblong Box
SOME years ago, I engaged passage from Charleston, S. C, to the city of New York, in the fine packet-ship "Independence," Captain Hardy. We were to sail on the fifteenth of the month (June), weather permitting; and on the fourteenth, I went on board to arrange some matters in my state-room.I found that we were to have a great many passengers, including a more than usual number of ladies. On the list were several of my acquaintances, and among other names, I was rejoiced to see that of Mr. Cornelius Wyatt, a young artist, for whom I entertained feelings of warm... Short Stories - Post by : 1stpromotions - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3652

'the Duc De L'omelette' "the Duc De L'omelette"

'the Duc De L'omelette'
And stepped at once into a cooler clime. -- CowperKEATS fell by a criticism. Who was it died of "The Andromache"? {*1} Ignoble souls! -- De L'Omelette perished of an ortolan. L'histoire en est breve. Assist me, Spirit of Apicius!A golden cage bore the little winged wanderer, enamored, melting, indolent, to the Chaussee D'Antin, from its home in far Peru. From its queenly possessor La Bellissima, to the Duc De L'Omelette, six peers of the empire conveyed the happy bird.That night the Duc was to sup alone. In the privacy of his bureau he reclined languidly on that ottoman for which... Short Stories - Post by : sidneyo - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 4544

Mellonta Tauta Mellonta Tauta

Mellonta Tauta
TO THE EDITORS OF THE LADY'S BOOK:I have the honor of sending you, for your magazine, an article which I hope you will be able to comprehend rather more distinctly than I do myself. It is a translation, by my friend, Martin Van Buren Mavis, (sometimes called the "Poughkeepsie Seer") of an odd-looking MS. which I found, about a year ago, tightly corked up in a jug floating in the Mare Tenebrarum -- a sea well described by the Nubian geographer, but seldom visited now-a-days, except for the transcendentalists and divers for crotchets.Truly yours,EDGAR A. POE{this paragraph not in the volume--ED}ON... Short Stories - Post by : Larcon_2 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3845

The Angel Of The Odd The Angel Of The Odd

The Angel Of The Odd
AN EXTRAVAGANZA.IT was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic _truffe_ formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and _liqueur_. In the morning I had been reading Glover's "Leonidas," Wilkie's "Epigoniad," Lamartine's "Pilgrimage," Barlow's "Columbiad," Tuckermann's "Sicily," and Griswold's "Curiosities" ; I am willing to confess, therefore,... Short Stories - Post by : infoseeker - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1448

Eleonora Eleonora

Eleonora
Sub conservatione formae specificae salva anima._ Raymond Lully_ .I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor 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 moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain... Short Stories - Post by : Dr.Mike - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2920

Berenice Berenice

Berenice
Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum forelevatas.- _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 that arch - as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow! How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? - from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past... Short Stories - Post by : danielthorne - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1800

The Tell-tale Heart The Tell-tale Heart

The Tell-tale Heart
TRUE! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed - not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object... Short Stories - Post by : sidneiye - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2696

William Wilson William Wilson

William Wilson
What say of it? what say of CONSCIENCE grim,That spectre in my path?_Chamberlayne's Pharronida._LET me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn -- for the horror -- for the detestation of my race. To the uttermost regions of the globe have not the indignant winds bruited its unparalleled infamy? Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! -- to the earth art thou not forever dead? to its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations?... Short Stories - Post by : atlanti2 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1322

Landor's Cottage Landor's Cottage

Landor's Cottage
A Pendant to "The Domain of Arnheim"DURING A pedestrian trip 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 in what direction lay the sweet village of B- I had determined to stop for the night. The sun had scarcely shone -- strictly speaking -- during the day, which... Short Stories - Post by : mentor - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2743

The Domain Of Arnheim The Domain Of Arnheim

The Domain Of Arnheim
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 twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.... Short Stories - Post by : cce12247 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1371

The Premature Burial The Premature Burial

The Premature Burial
THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. These the mere romanticist must eschew, if he do not wish to offend or to disgust. They are with propriety handled only when the severity and majesty of Truth sanctify and sustain them. We thrill, for example, with the most intense of "pleasurable pain" over the accounts of the Passage of the Beresina, of the Earthquake at Lisbon, of the Plague at London, of the Massacre of St. Bartholomew, or of the stifling of the hundred and twenty-three prisoners... Short Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1559

The Pit And The Pendulum The Pit And The Pendulum

The Pit And The Pendulum
Impia tortorum longos hic turba furoresSanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.(_Quatrain composed for the gates of a market to he erected upon the site of the Jacobin Club House at Paris_.)I WAS sick -- sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence -- the dread sentence of death -- was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed... Short Stories - Post by : Nevidia - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3880

The Assignation The Assignation

The Assignation
Stay for me there ! I will not fail.To meet thee in that hollow vale.(_Exequy on the death of his wife, by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester_.)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 me ! - not - oh not as thou art - in the cold valley and shadow - but as thou _shouldst be_ - squandering away a life of magnificent... Short Stories - Post by : Carmen_Maranon - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 3819

The Island Of The Fay The Island Of The Fay

The Island Of The Fay
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 derivable from sweet sounds with the capacity for creating them. No more than any other talent, is that for music susceptible of complete enjoyment there is no second party to appreciate its exercise. And it is only in common with other talents... Short Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 2384

The Imp Of The Perverse The Imp Of The Perverse

The Imp Of The Perverse
IN THE consideration of the faculties and impulses -- of the prima mobilia 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, we have all overlooked it. We have suffered its existence to escape our senses, solely through want of belief -- of faith; -- whether it be faith in Revelation, or faith in the Kabbala. The idea of it has never occurred to us, simply because... Short Stories - Post by : Maggie - Date : October 2009 - Author : Edgar Allan Poe - Read : 1476