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Comes
down
with
the
rush
of
a
storm
,
And
the
angels
,
all
pallid
and
wan
,
Uprising
,
unveiling
,
affirm
That
the
play
is
the
tragedy
,
"
Man
,
"
And
its
hero
the
Conqueror
Worm
.
"
O
God
!
"
half
shrieked
Ligeia
,
leaping
to
her
feet
and
extending
her
arms
aloft
with
a
spasmodic
movement
,
as
I
made
an
end
of
these
lines
--
"
O
God
!
O
Divine
Father
!
--
shall
these
things
be
undeviatingly
so
?
--
shall
this
Conqueror
be
not
once
conquered
?
Are
we
not
part
and
parcel
in
Thee
?
Who
--
who
knoweth
the
mysteries
of
the
will
with
its
vigor
?
Man
doth
not
yield
him
to
the
angels
,
nor
unto
death
utterly
,
save
only
through
the
weakness
of
his
feeble
will
.
"
And
now
,
as
if
exhausted
with
emotion
,
she
suffered
her
white
arms
to
fall
,
and
returned
solemnly
to
her
bed
of
death
.
And
as
she
breathed
her
last
sighs
,
there
came
mingled
with
them
a
low
murmur
from
her
lips
.
I
bent
to
them
my
ear
and
distinguished
,
again
,
the
concluding
words
of
the
passage
in
Glanvill
--
"
Man
doth
not
yield
him
to
the
angels
,
nor
unto
death
utterly
,
save
only
through
the
weakness
of
his
feeble
will
.
"
She
died
;
--
and
I
,
crushed
into
the
very
dust
with
sorrow
,
could
no
longer
endure
the
lonely
desolation
of
my
dwelling
in
the
dim
and
decaying
city
by
the
Rhine
.
I
had
no
lack
of
what
the
world
calls
wealth
.
Ligeia
had
brought
me
far
more
,
very
far
more
than
ordinarily
falls
to
the
lot
of
mortals
.
After
a
few
months
,
therefore
,
of
weary
and
aimless
wandering
,
I
purchased
,
and
put
in
some
repair
,
an
abbey
,
which
I
shall
not
name
,
in
one
of
the
wildest
and
least
frequented
portions
of
fair
England
.
The
gloomy
and
dreary
grandeur
of
the
building
,
the
almost
savage
aspect
of
the
domain
,
the
many
melancholy
and
time-honored
memories
connected
with
both
,
had
much
in
unison
with
the
feelings
of
utter
abandonment
which
had
driven
me
into
that
remote
and
unsocial
region
of
the
country
.
Yet
although
the
external
abbey
,
with
its
verdant
decay
hanging
about
it
,
suffered
but
little
alteration
,
I
gave
way
,
with
a
child-like
perversity
,
and
perchance
with
a
faint
hope
of
alleviating
my
sorrows
,
to
a
display
of
more
than
regal
magnificence
within
.
--
For
such
follies
,
even
in
childhood
,
I
had
imbibed
a
taste
and
now
they
came
back
to
me
as
if
in
the
dotage
of
grief
.
Alas
,
I
feel
how
much
even
of
incipient
madness
might
have
been
discovered
in
the
gorgeous
and
fantastic
draperies
,
in
the
solemn
carvings
of
Egypt
,
in
the
wild
cornices
and
furniture
,
in
the
Bedlam
patterns
of
the
carpets
of
tufted
gold
!
I
had
become
a
bounden
slave
in
the
trammels
of
opium
,
and
my
labors
and
my
orders
had
taken
a
coloring
from
my
dreams
.
But
these
absurdities
must
not
pause
to
detail
.
Let
me
speak
only
of
that
one
chamber
,
ever
accursed
,
whither
in
a
moment
of
mental
alienation
,
I
led
from
the
altar
as
my
bride
--
as
the
successor
of
the
unforgotten
Ligeia
--
the
fair-haired
and
blue-eyed
Lady
Rowena
Trevanion
,
of
Tremaine
.
There
is
no
individual
portion
of
the
architecture
and
decoration
of
that
bridal
chamber
which
is
not
now
visibly
before
me
.
Where
were
the
souls
of
the
haughty
family
of
the
bride
,
when
,
through
thirst
of
gold
,
they
permitted
to
pass
the
threshold
of
an
apartment
so
bedecked
,
a
maiden
and
a
daughter
so
beloved
?
I
have
said
that
I
minutely
remember
the
details
of
the
chamber
--
yet
I
am
sadly
forgetful
on
topics
of
deep
moment
--
and
here
there
was
no
system
,
no
keeping
,
in
the
fantastic
display
,
to
take
hold
upon
the
memory
.
The
room
lay
in
a
high
turret
of
the
castellated
abbey
,
was
pentagonal
in
shape
,
and
of
capacious
size
.
Occupying
the
whole
southern
face
of
the
pentagon
was
the
sole
window
--
an
immense
sheet
of
unbroken
glass
from
Venice
--
a
single
pane
,
and
tinted
of
a
leaden
hue
,
so
that
the
rays
of
either
the
sun
or
moon
,
passing
through
it
,
fell
with
a
ghastly
lustre
on
the
objects
within
.
