Oval portrait by edgar allan poe biography
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From Edgar Allan Poe: Poetry & Tales
| Pen and black ink and watercolor illustration by British artist Arthur Rackham (1867–1939) for “The Oval Portrait” in the 1935 edition of Tales of Mystery & Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe (London: George G. Harrap & Co.). See full image at Christie’s. |
Poe’s correspondence during the following months alternated between despair and optimism, resignation and denial. “I have scarcely a faint hope of her recovery,” he wrote in one letter during the summer of 1842. “I am happy to say that Virginia’
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The Oval Portrait
Short story bygd Edgar Allan Poe
This article is about the short story. For the American post-hardcore grupp, see The Oval Portrait (band).
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Illustration for "Tales and poems – vol. 2" published in the 1800s | |
| Original title | Life in Death |
| Country | United States |
| Language | English |
| Genre(s) | Horror |
| Publisher | Graham's Magazine |
| Media type | Print (periodical) |
| Publication date | April 1842 |
"The Oval Portrait" is a horror short story bygd American writer Edgar Allan Poe, involving the disturbing circumstances of a portrait in a château. It is one of his shortest stories, filling only two pages in its initial publication in 1842.
Plot summary
[edit]The tale begins with an injured narrator (the story offers no further explanation of his impairment) seeking refuge in an abandoned mansion in the Apennines. The narrator spends his time admiring the paintings that decorate the strangely shaped room and perusing a
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The Oval Portrait
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1850)
Print Version
THE chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe. To all appearance it had been temporarily and very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the building. Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial trophies, together with an unusually great number of very spirited modern paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque. In these paintings, which depended from the walls not only in their main surfaces, but in very many nooks whic