1801—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation…
]]>Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion— It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
]]>Of “never—never more!” This stanza from “The Raven” was recommended by James Russell Lowell as an inscription upon the Baltimore monument which marks the resting place of Edgar Allan Poe, the most interesting and…
]]>other means he had managed to lay by a tolerable sum of money. He was more attached to myself, I believe, than to any other person in the world, and I expected to inherit the most of his property at his death. He sent…
]]>It was the last day of July. The long hot summer was drawing to a close; and we, the weary pilgrims of the London pavement, were beginning to think of the cloud-shadows on the corn-fields, and the autumn breezes on the…
]]>I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong. After rising, in town, to meet his appeal, I had at all events a couple of very bad days—found…
]]>The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of…
]]>Author of “The Mystery of the Yellow Room” and “The Perfume of the Lady in Black” Contents Chapter PROLOGUE I IS IT A GHOST?
]]>March 24. The spring is fairly with us now. Outside my laboratory window the great chestnut-tree is all covered with the big, glutinous, gummy buds, some of which have already begun to break into little green…
]]>For parting us—Oh! and is all forgot? And will you rend our ancient love asunder? MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM In the evening, when Emily was at length informed, that Count De Villefort requested to see her, she guessed that…
]]>Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving…
]]>Is more to bread than stone. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Scarcely had the Abbey Bell tolled for five minutes, and already was the Church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage the idea that the Crowd was…
]]>Transcribed form the 1911 W. Foulsham & Co. Ltd. edition by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk THE LAIR OF THE WHITE WORM To my friend Bertha Nicoll with affectionate esteem. CHAPTER I—ADAM SALTON ARRIVES Adam…
]]>THE FINDING OF THE MANUSCRIPT Right away in the west of Ireland lies a tiny hamlet called Kraighten. It is situated, alone, at the base of a low hill. Far around there spreads a waste of bleak and totally inhospitable…
]]>The twigs which N’Longa flung on the fire broke and crackled. The upleaping flames lighted the countenances of the two men. N’Longa, voodoo man of the Slave Coast, was very old. His wizened and gnarled frame was stooped…
]]>Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion— It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
]]>1936. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] [Sidenote: _A strange and curious story is this, about a banker whose only fear was that he might be buried…
]]>Great art Thou, O Lord, and greatly to be praised; great is Thy power, and Thy wisdom infinite. And Thee would man praise; man, but a particle of Thy creation; man, that bears about him his mortality, the witness of his…
]]>Manfred, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged eighteen, was called Matilda. Conrad, the son, was three years younger, a homely youth, sickly, and of no promising…
]]>It was the magic hour of dining. The long Digue of Heyst was almost deserted; so was the strip of loose, yellow sand which skirted its base, and all the tables d’hôtes were filling fast. Henri, the youngest waiter of…
]]>The incinerator was open. It never closed. There was a wide entrance, all lighted up with hidden illumination, there was a helicopter landing table and a beetle drive. The town itself was dying down after another day of…
]]>One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly,…
]]>gets us way, way ahead of the story. My name, by the way, is Morgan Smyth James, after two grandmothers, and I’m thirty-eight and single and strive to be eternally optimistic. That morning, however, in spite of…
]]>A drab gray sheet of cloud slipped stealthily from the moon’s round face, like a shroud slipping from the face of one long dead, a coldly phosphorescent face from which the eyes had been plucked. Yellow radiance fell…
]]>The first six of the seven tales were Christmas productions, the very first (‘A School Story’) having been made up for the benefit of King’s College Choir School. ‘The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral’ was printed in…
]]>incarnationis vero Dominiæ mdxxixo. “I suppose I shall have to translate this,” said the antiquary to himself, as he finished copying the above lines from that rather rare and exceedingly diffuse book, the _Sertum…
]]>A few months before the lamented death of my husband—I might say even as the shadow of death was over him—he planned three series of short stories for publication, and the present volume is one of them. To his original…
]]>I here present you, courteous reader, with the record of a remarkable period in my life: according to my application of it, I trust that it will prove not merely an interesting record, but in a considerable degree…
]]>On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Château d’If, got…
]]>ALBERT M. C. McMASTER, B.A. A. E. HENDERSON, B.A. MME. QUESADA and Others VOLUME XI. THE UMBRELLA BELHOMME’S BEAST
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