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    The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Bilingual Edition (English – German)
    The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Bilingual Edition (English – German)
    The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Bilingual Edition (English – German)
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    The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Bilingual Edition (English – German)

    By Edgar Allan Poe

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    Instead of memorizing vocabulary words, work your way through an actual well-written novel. Even novices can follow along as each individual English paragraph is paired with the corresponding German paragraph. It won't be an easy project, but you'll learn a lot.

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    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateJul 18, 2018
    The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Bilingual Edition (English – German)
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    Edgar Allan Poe

    Edgar Allan Poe (1809–49) reigned unrivaled in his mastery of mystery during his lifetime and is now widely held to be a central figure of Romanticism and gothic horror in American literature. Born in Boston, he was orphaned at age three, was expelled from West Point for gambling, and later became a well-regarded literary critic and editor. The Raven, published in 1845, made Poe famous. He died in 1849 under what remain mysterious circumstances and is buried in Baltimore, Maryland.

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      The Fall Of The House Of Usher - Edgar Allan Poe

      THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER

      DER UNTERGANG DES HAUSES USHER

      Bilingual Edition

      English - German

      Edgar Allan Poe

      translated by

      Theodor Etzel

      The Fall of the House of Usher

      Der Untergang des Hauses Usher

      Son cœur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.

      Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne.

      De Béranger.

      De Beranger

      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.

      Ich war den ganzen Tag lang geritten, einen grauen und lautlosen melancholischen Herbsttag lang – durch eine eigentümlich öde und traurige Gegend, auf die erdrückend schwer die Wolken herabhingen. Da endlich, als die Schatten des Abends herniedersanken, sah ich das Stammschloß der Usher vor mir.

      I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.

      Ich weiß nicht, wie es kam – aber ich wurde gleich beim ersten Anblick dieser Mauern von einem unerträglich trüben Gefühl befallen.

      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.

      Ich sage unerträglich, denn dies Gefühl wurde durch keine der poetischen und darum erleichternden Empfindungen gelindert, mit denen die Seele gewöhnlich selbst die finstersten Bilder des Trostlosen oder Schaurigen aufnimmt.

      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 an utter 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 every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil.

      Ich betrachtete das Bild vor mir – das einsame Gebäude in seiner einförmigen Umgebung, die kahlen Mauern, die toten, wie leere Augenhöhlen starrenden Fenster, die paar Büschel dürrer Binsen, die weißschimmernden Stümpfe abgestorbener Bäume – mit einer Niedergeschlagenheit, die ich mit keinem anderen Gefühl besser vergleichen kann als mit dem trostlosen Erwachen eines Opiumessers aus seinem Rausche, dem bitteren Zurücksinnen in graue Alltagswirklichkeit, wenn der verklärende Schleier unerbittlich zerreißt.

      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.

      Es war ein frostiges Erstarren, ein Erliegen aller Lebenskraft – kurz, eine hilflose Traurigkeit der Gedanken, die kein noch so gewaltsames Anstacheln der Einbildungskraft aufreizen konnte zu Erhabenheit, zu Größe.

      What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher?

      Was mochte es sein – dachte ich, langsamer reitend –, ja, was mochte es sein, daß der Anblick des Hauses Usher mich so erschreckend überwältigte?

      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 affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth.

      Es war mir ein Rätsel; aber ich konnte mich der grauen Wahngespenster nicht erwehren; ich mußte mich mit der wenig befriedigenden Erklärung begnügen, daß es tatsächlich in der Natur ganz einfache Dinge gibt, die durch die Umstände, in denen sie uns erscheinen, geradezu niederdrückend auf uns wirken können, daß es aber nicht in unsere Macht gegeben ist, eine Definition dieser Gewalt zu finden.

      It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and,

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