The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

Page 200

Talbot came back--and might she not be thus lost to me forever? The
thought was too terrible to bear. Since my future happiness was at
issue, I resolved to act with a manly decision. In a word, upon the
breaking up of the play, I traced the lady to her residence, noted the
address, and the next morning sent her a full and elaborate letter, in
which I poured out my whole heart.

I spoke boldly, freely--in a word, I spoke with passion. I concealed
nothing--nothing even of my weakness. I alluded to the romantic
circumstances of our first meeting--even to the glances which had passed
between us. I went so far as to say that I felt assured of her love;
while I offered this assurance, and my own intensity of devotion, as two
excuses for my otherwise unpardonable conduct. As a third, I spoke of my
fear that she might quit the city before I could have the opportunity of
a formal introduction. I concluded the most wildly enthusiastic epistle
ever penned, with a frank declaration of my worldly circumstances--of my
affluence--and with an offer of my heart and of my hand.

In an agony of expectation I awaited the reply. After what seemed the
lapse of a century it came.

Yes, actually came. Romantic as all this may appear, I really received
a letter from Madame Lalande--the beautiful, the wealthy, the idolized
Madame Lalande. Her eyes--her magnificent eyes, had not belied her
noble heart. Like a true Frenchwoman as she was she had obeyed the frank
dictates of her reason--the generous impulses of her nature--despising
the conventional pruderies of the world. She had not scorned my
proposals. She had not sheltered herself in silence. She had not
returned my letter unopened. She had even sent me, in reply, one penned
by her own exquisite fingers. It ran thus:

“Monsieur Simpson vill pardonne me for not compose de butefulle tong of
his contree so vell as might. It is only de late dat I am arrive, and
not yet ave do opportunite for to--l’etudier.

“Vid dis apologie for the maniere, I vill now say dat, helas!--Monsieur
Simpson ave guess but de too true. Need I say de more? Helas! am I not
ready speak de too moshe?


This noble--spirited note I kissed a million times, and committed, no
doubt, on its account, a thousand other extravagances that have now
escaped my memory. Still Talbot would not return. Alas! could he have
formed even the vaguest idea of the suffering his absence had occasioned
his friend, would not his sympathizing nature have flown immediately
to my

Last Page Next Page

Text Comparison with The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 1

Page 3
Allan's death, which occurred in 1829, Poe, through the aid of Mr.
Page 7
They have the merit of a traditional piety, which to our mind, if uttered at all, had been less objectionable in the retired closet of a diary, and in the sober raiment of prose.
Page 20
Oh! do not desert your poor friend in his bitter affliction!.
Page 22
The balloon (for such no doubt it was) had now descended to within a hundred feet of the earth, allowing the crowd below a sufficiently distinct view.
Page 23
But the aeronaut, still greatly discomposed, and having apparently no farther business to.
Page 26
The longer I meditated upon these the more intense grew the interest which had been excited within me.
Page 36
Indeed, there is no other way of accounting for the variation in question.
Page 41
This was an.
Page 51
would fill the latter to the brim in the period of sixty minutes.
Page 59
This morning, to my great joy, about nine o'clock, the surface of the moon being frightfully near, and my apprehensions excited to the utmost, the pump of my condenser at length gave evident tokens of an alteration in the atmosphere.
Page 95
¶ " 2.
Page 118
Corroborates the testimony of Muset in general.
Page 133
Attempt, now, to place all your fingers, at the same time, in the respective impressions as you see them.
Page 151
Upon his person was found a letter, briefly stating his love for Marie, with his design of self-destruction.
Page 153
"The first aim of the writer is to show, from the brevity of the interval between Marie's disappearance and the finding of the floating corpse, that this corpse cannot be that of Marie.
Page 159
It is, nevertheless, amusing to observe that L'Etoile insists upon its point in the full belief of its furthering its general argument.
Page 174
upon its natural throne? Those who would hesitate at such a wager, have either never been boys themselves, or have forgotten the boyish nature.
Page 193
It was now that Mr.
Page 203
* * * * * A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul --a sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons of bygone times are inadequate, and for which I fear futurity itself will offer me no key.
Page 209
At length, satisfied with the true secret of its effect, I fell back within the bed.