The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe
Antiqued First Page

The fall of the House of Usher - Antiqued First Page - Edgar Allen Poe

This single page item is a reproduction of the first page of Edgar Allen Poe’s classic story, The Fall of the House of Usher. A terrific piece to frame and decorate a study or bedroom!

The page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve a look you won’t find anywhere else.

The actual page contains the following text (though please note that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on this page – see photo for exact formatting and look!):

The Fall of the House of Usher

By Edgar Allen Poe

Son coeur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il rèsonne..

De Béranger.

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was–but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me–upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain–upon the bleak walls–upon the vacant eye-like windows–upon a few rank sedges–and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees–with anutter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into everyday life–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 of the 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 of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus


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