The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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of Tiger.

When I at length completely came to my senses, I found that the wind
blew no more than a moderate breeze, and that the sea was comparatively
calm; so much so that it only washed over the brig amidships. My left
arm had broken loose from its lashings, and was much cut about the
elbow; my right was entirely benumbed, and the hand and wrist swollen
prodigiously by the pressure of the rope, which had worked from the
shoulder downward. I was also in great pain from another rope which
went about my waist, and had been drawn to an insufferable degree of
tightness. Looking round upon my companions, I saw that Peters still
lived, although a thick line was pulled so forcibly around his loins as
to give him the appearance of being cut nearly in two; as I stirred, he
made a feeble motion to me with his hand, pointing to the rope. Augustus
gave no indication of life whatever, and was bent nearly double across a
splinter of the windlass. Parker spoke to me when he saw me moving,
and asked me if I had not sufficient strength to release him from his
situation, saying that if I would summon up what spirits I could, and
contrive to untie him, we might yet save our lives; but that otherwise
we must all perish. I told him to take courage, and I would endeavor to
free him. Feeling in my pantaloons’ pocket, I got hold of my penknife,
and, after several ineffectual attempts, at length succeeded in opening
it. I then, with my left hand, managed to free my right from its
fastenings, and afterward cut the other ropes which held me. Upon
attempting, however, to move from my position, I found that my legs
failed me altogether, and that I could not get up; neither could I
move my right arm in any direction. Upon mentioning this to Parker, he
advised me to lie quiet for a few minutes, holding on to the windlass
with my left hand, so as to allow time for the blood to circulate. Doing
this, the numbness presently began to die away so that I could move
first one of my legs, and then the other, and, shortly afterward I
regained the partial use of my right arm. I now crawled with great
caution toward Parker, without getting on my legs, and soon cut loose
all the lashings about him, when, after a short delay, he also recovered
the partial use of his limbs. We now lost no time in getting loose the
rope

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Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
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" Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door-- Darkness there and nothing more.
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" But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered-- Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
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'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
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" "Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
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The external world could take care of itself.
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It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony.
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He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great _fete_; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders.
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And the rumour of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise--then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.
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When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.
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He had come like a thief in the night.
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" "How?" said he.
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"The pipe," said he.
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Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner.
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Indeed, it is _very_ damp.
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I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
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I hastened to make an end of my labour.