Tales of Mystery and Imagination
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| 4. | In their sad and solemn slumbers with the worm | 40 |
| 5. | In less than half a minute the whole eight were blazing fiercely | 56 |
| 6. | The eight corpses swung in their chains, a fetid, blackened, hideous, and indistinguishable mass | 60 |
| 7. | A thousand flambeaux flashing from the Ducal Palace turned all at once that deep gloom into a livid and preternatural day | 64 |
| 8. | The sentence—the dread sentence of death—was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears | 84 |
| 9. | Down—still unceasingly—still inevitably down! I gasped and struggled at each vibration. I shrunk convulsively at its every sweep | 92 |
| 10. | There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterward, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero | 100 |
| 11. | He may have thought it expedient to remove all participants in his secret | 158 |
| 12. | “These are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes—of my lost love—of the lady—of the Lady Ligeia” | 170 |
| 13. | With a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract | 196 |
| 14. | “You have conquered, and I yield. Yet henceforward art thou also dead—dead to the World, to Heaven, and to hope!” | 214 |
| 15. | The distinct colossal figure of—a horse | 230 |
| 16. | Eight or ten of the neighbours entered, accompanied by two gendarmes | 238 |
| 17. | The sight of blood inflamed its anger into frenzy | 258 |
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