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During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day

In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven

I had been passing alone on the horse's back

Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country

and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on

Within the view of melancholy House of Usher

I know not how it was

But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of ufferable gloom pervaded my spirit

I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain

Upon the bleak walls,upon the white trunks of decayed trees

With the utter depression of souls

There was an iciness

A sinking.

A sickening of the heart

During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day

In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven

I had been passing alone on the horse's back

Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country

and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on

Within the view of melancholy House of Usher

I know not how it was

But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of ufferable gloom pervaded my spirit

I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain

Upon the bleak walls,upon the white trunks of decayed trees

With the utter depression of souls

There was an iciness

A sinking.

A sickening of the heart.