书名：Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe 爱伦坡优秀短篇小说和诗歌集
作者：Edgar Allan Poe埃德加·爱伦·坡
出版社名称：Simon & Schuster
出版时间：2007
语种：英文
ISBN：9781416534761
商品尺寸：10.6 x 3 x 17.1 cm
包装：简装
页数：432

埃德加·爱伦·坡（Edgar Allan Poe），19世纪美国伟大的作家之一，被尊为侦探小说鼻祖、恐怖小说大师、科幻小说奠基人、象征主义先驱。
坡的成就主要表现在三个方面：评论家、诗人和短篇小说家。坡是在他那个年代伟大的作家、杂志评论家，他的诗精致优雅，他的小说是艺术的杰作。（英国作家萧伯纳评）
这本Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe《爱伦坡优秀短篇小说和诗歌集》精选了爱伦·坡的30多篇小说及诗歌佳作，包括经典短篇悬疑故事《莫格街凶杀案》《黑猫》《泄密的心》《瓶中手稿》《一桶蒙特亚白葡萄酒》，以及《乌鸦》《安娜贝尔·丽》《钟声》等著名诗作。
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1.侦探小说鼻祖、恐怖小说大师爱伦·坡作品集；
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The melancholy, brilliance, passionate lyricism, and torment of Edgar Allen Poe are all well represented in this collection. Here, in one volume, are his masterpieces of mystery, terror, humor, and adventure, including stories such asThe Tell-Tale Heart,The Cask of Amontillado,The Black Cat,The Masque of the Red Death,The Murders in the Rue Morgue, andThe Pit and the Pendulum, and his finest lyric and narrative poetry—The Raven and Annabel Lee, to name just a few—that defined American romanticism and secured Poe as one of the most enduring literary voices of the nineteenth century.
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埃德加·爱伦·坡，19世纪美国诗人、小说家和文学评论家，美国浪漫主义思潮时期的重要成员。美国短篇故事的先驱者之一，又被尊为推理小说的开山鼻祖，被誉为后世科幻小说的始祖。代表作品有：小说《黑猫》《厄舍府的倒塌》《泄密的心》，诗《乌鸦》《安娜贝尔·丽》等。
Edgar Allan Poe(1809-1849) was an American writer, poet, and critic. Best known for his macabre prose work, including the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart,” his writing has influenced literature in the United States and around the world.

Introduction
Chronology of Edgar Allan Poe’s Life and Work
Historical Context of the Writings of Edgar Allan Poe
TALES
The Tell-Tale Heart
The Cask of Amontillado
The Black Cat
Ligeia
The Masque of the Red Death
The Fall of the House of Usher
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
The Purloined Letter
The Gold-Bug
Ms. Found in a Bottle
A Descent into the Maelström
The Pit and the Pendulum
William Wilson
POEMS
The Raven
Lenore
To Helen
Ulalume
The Bells
Annabel Lee
To — — — —
The Valley of Unrest
The City in the Sea
The Sleeper
A Dream Within a Dream
Dream-Land
Dreams
Silence
Eldorado
Israfel
For Annie
Sonnet — To Science
A Dream
To — — — —
Romance
Spirits of the Dead
To Helen
Evening Star
Alone
Notes
Interpretive Notes
Critical Excerpts
Questions for Discussion
Suggestions for the Interested Reader

The Tell-Tale Heart
True! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been — and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded — with what caution — with what foresight — with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it — oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly — very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! — would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously — oh, so cautiously — cautiously (for the hinges creaked) — I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights — every night just at midnight — but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers — of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back — but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out — “Who’s there?”