The Fall of the House of Usher


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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 was--but, with the  
first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom  
pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was  
unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic,  
sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest  
natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the  
scene before me--upon the mere house, and the simple landscape  
features of the domain--upon the bleak walls--upon the vacant  
eye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white  
trunks of decayed trees--with an utter depression of soul which I  
can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the  
after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into  
everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was  
an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed  
dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could  
torture into aught of the sublime. What was it--I paused to  
think--what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of  
the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I  
grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I  
pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory  
conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations  
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