 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 686
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, — an unredeemed dreariness of thought, which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 766
...life ; the hideous dropping off the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart; an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it ; I paused to think ; what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 560
...hideous_id*eppi»g~ojl of the veil. vThere was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublimcV What was it — I paused to think— what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 216
...the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it, — I paused to think, — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...— the hideous dropping of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to think — what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...the hideous dropping oil' of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading...imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to Ihmk — what was it that so unnerved me'in the contemplation of the House... | |
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There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. 
