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The Pit and the Pendulum (1842)

The Pit and the Pendulum (1842)

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Edgar Allan Poe By EdgarAllanPoe Updated Jan 13, 2014

Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent. [Quatrain composed for the gates of a market to be erected upon the site of the Jacobin Club House at Paris.]

I WAS sick-sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence-the dread sentence of death-was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of revolution-perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill wheel. This only for a brief period; for presently I heard no more. Yet, for a while, I saw; but with how terrible an exaggeration! I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white-whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words-and thin ...

Natsu_Roku Natsu_Roku Apr 23, 2016
Wow ....
                              I writing american romantic and my dark romantic just like lmao and .... yeah, stupid romance. 
                              idk how poe writing this dark romantic. I forgot to breath again ... omfg *blushing*
Natsu_Roku Natsu_Roku Apr 23, 2016
(P.s: i can't speak english well so i'm sorry :" i'm indonesian, still learning :")