Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

Morella (1839)

Summary

Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe,  Morella (1839)

“ Therefore for me, Morella, thy wife, hath the charnel house no terrors—mark me!—not even the terrors of the worm. The days have never been when thou could'st love me; but her whom in life thou didst abhor, in death thou shalt adore."
"Morella!"
"I repeat that I am dying. But within me is a pledge of that affection—ah, how little!—which you felt for me, Morella. And when my spirit departs shall the child live—thy child and mine, Morella's. But thy days shall be days of sorrow—that sorrow which is the most lasting of impressions, as the cypress is the most enduring of trees.
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Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe,  Morella (1839)

“ What fiend spoke from the recesses of my soul, when, amid those dim aisles, and in the silence of the night, I shrieked within the ears of the holy man the syllables—Morella? What more than fiend convulsed the features of my child, and overspread them with the hues of death, as, starting at that sound, she turned her glassy eyes from the Earth to Heaven, and, falling prostrate on the black slabs of our ancestral vault, responded—"I am here!" ”
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Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe,  Morella (1840)

“ Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the altar; and I never spoke of passion, nor thought of love. She, however, shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone, rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder;—it is a happiness to dream.
Morella’s erudition was profound. As I hope to live, her talents were of no common order—her powers of mind were gigantic.
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