The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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been precipitated into the abyss; as
it was, he contrived to let me down gently, so as to remain suspended
without danger until animation returned. This was in about fifteen
minutes. On recovery, my trepidation had entirely vanished; I felt a new
being, and, with some little further aid from my companion, reached the
bottom also in safety.

We now found ourselves not far from the ravine which had proved the
tomb of our friends, and to the southward of the spot where the hill had
fallen. The place was one of singular wildness, and its aspect brought
to my mind the descriptions given by travellers of those dreary regions
marking the site of degraded Babylon. Not to speak of the ruins of the
disrupted cliff, which formed a chaotic barrier in the vista to the
northward, the surface of the ground in every other direction was strewn
with huge tumuli, apparently the wreck of some gigantic structures of
art; although, in detail, no semblance of art could be detected.
Scoria were abundant, and large shapeless blocks of the black granite,
intermingled with others of marl, {*6} and both granulated with metal.
Of vegetation there were no traces whatsoever throughout the whole of
the desolate area within sight. Several immense scorpions were seen,
and various reptiles not elsewhere to be found in the high latitudes. As
food was our most immediate object, we resolved to make our way to the
seacoast, distant not more than half a mile, with a view of catching
turtle, several of which we had observed from our place of concealment
on the hill. We had proceeded some hundred yards, threading our route
cautiously between the huge rocks and tumuli, when, upon turning a
corner, five savages sprung upon us from a small cavern, felling Peters
to the ground with a blow from a club. As he fell the whole party rushed
upon him to secure their victim, leaving me time to recover from my
astonishment. I still had the musket, but the barrel had received so
much injury in being thrown from the precipice that I cast it aside
as useless, preferring to trust my pistols, which had been carefully
preserved in order. With these I advanced upon the assailants, firing
one after the other in quick succession. Two savages fell, and one,
who was in the act of thrusting a spear into Peters, sprung to his feet
without accomplishing his purpose. My companion being thus released,
we had no further difficulty. He had his pistols also, but prudently
declined using them, confiding in his great personal strength, which far
exceeded that

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Text Comparison with Le Corbeau = The Raven

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" _Une fois, par un minuit lugubre, tandis que je m'appesantissais, faible et fatigué, sur maint curieux et bizarre volume de savoir oublié--tandis que je dodelinais la tête, somnolant presque: soudain se fit un heurt, comme de quelqu'un frappant doucement, frappant à la porte de ma chambre--cela seul et rien de plus.
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Ardemment je souhaitais le jour--vainement j'avais cherché d'emprunter à mes livres un sursis au chagrin--au chagrin de la Lénore perdue--de la rare et rayonnante jeune fille que les anges nomment Lénore:--de nom pour elle ici, non, jamais plus!_ And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- This it is and nothing more.
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Voyons donc ce qu'il y a et explorons ce mystère--que mon coeur se calme un moment et explore ce mystère; c'est le vent et rien de plus.
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Perched and sat and nothing more.
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" _Mais le Corbeau, perché solitairement sur ce buste placide, parla ce seul mot comme si, son âme, en ce seul mot, il la répandait.
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«Recule en la tempête et le rivage plutonien de Nuit! Ne laisse pas une plume noire ici comme un gage du mensonge qu'a proféré ton âme.