the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback,
The brother had been led to his resolution (so he told me) by consideration of the unusual character of the malady of the deceased, of certain obtrusive and eager inquires on the part of her medical men, and of the remote and exposed situation of the burial ground of the family.
An instinctive spirit prompted me - to certain low and indefinite sounds which came
There did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes.
In her violent and now final death agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated
There was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters - and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of "The House of Usher"