There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame.

I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher.

Ethelred, now entering within the door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly and prodigious demeanor, and of a fiery tongue, which sate in guard before a palace of gold.

It was, indeed, a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful night, and one wildly singular in its terror and its beauty.

He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses.

There was a species of mad hilarity in his eyes—an evidently restrained hysteria in his whole demeanor. 

He entered into what he conceived to be the nature of his malady. It was, he said, a constitutional and a family evil, and one for which he despaired to find a remedy—a mere nervous affection.

The family physician accosted me with trepidation and passed on.

"Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste?" -Roderick

I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn.

Perhaps the eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction.

His action was alternately vivacious and sullen.

 The tarn lay in unruffled luster by the dwelling, and gazed down.

I indulged a vague hope that the excitement which now agitated the hypochondriac, might find relief.

With the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.