Лігейя

           "OGod!" halfshriekedLigeia,leapingtoherfeetandextendingherarmsaloftwithaspasmodicmovement,asImadeanendoftheselines —"OGod!ODivineFather! —shallthesethingsbeundeviatinglyso? —shallthisConquerorbenotonceconquered? ArewenotpartandparcelinThee? Who—whoknoweththemysteriesofthewillwithitsvigor? Mandothnotyieldhimtotheangels,noruntodeathutterly,saveonlythroughtheweaknessofhisfeeblewill." 

           Andnow,asifexhaustedwithemotion,shesufferedherwhitearmstofall,andreturnedsolemnlytoherbedofdeath. Andasshebreathedherlastsighs,therecamemingledwiththemalowmurmurfromherlips. Ibenttothemmyearanddistinguished,again,theconcludingwordsofthepassageinGlanvill —"Mandothnotyieldhimtotheangels,noruntodeathutterly,saveonlythroughtheweaknessofhisfeeblewill." 

           Shedied;—andI,crushedintotheverydustwithsorrow,couldnolongerendurethelonelydesolationofmydwellinginthedimanddecayingcitybytheRhine. Ihadnolackofwhattheworldcallswealth. Ligeiahadbroughtmefarmore,veryfarmorethanordinarilyfallstothelotofmortals. Afterafewmonths,therefore,ofwearyandaimlesswandering,Ipurchased,andputinsomerepair,anabbey,whichIshallnotname,inoneofthewildestandleastfrequentedportionsoffairEngland. Thegloomyanddrearygrandeurofthebuilding,thealmostsavageaspectofthedomain,themanymelancholyandtime-honoredmemoriesconnectedwithboth,hadmuchinunisonwiththefeelingsofutterabandonmentwhichhaddrivenmeintothatremoteandunsocialregionofthecountry.