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"I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances.
But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his wild fantasias (for he not unfrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations), the result of that intense mental collectedness and concentration to which I have previously alluded as observable only in particular moments of the highest artificial excitement.
The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily remembered. I was, perhaps, the more forcibly impressed with it, as he gave it, because, in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled "The Haunted Palace," ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:"
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The first single release from our upcoming album THE BLOODLINE CURSE.
Copyright 2020, Forgotten Faces, All Rights Reserved. (c) Forgotten Faces, 2020.
Credits: Vocals, Guitars, and Bass performed by Cesar Rivera II. Drums performed by Lucas Rivera. Lyrics composed by Edgar Allan Poe.
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In the greenest of our valleys by good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately Palace, radiant Palace, reared its head.
In the monarch, Thought's dominion, it stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion over fabric half so fair.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden on its roof did float and flow.
This, all this was in the olden time long ago.
And every gentle air that dallied in that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid a winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically to a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting, Porphyrogene!
In state, his glory well befitting, the ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing and sparkling evermore
A troop of echoes whose sweet duty it was but to sing
In voices of surpassing beauty the wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things in robes of Sorrow assailed the monarch's high estate.
Let us mourn, for never morrow shall dawn upon him, desolate!
And round about his home, the glory that blushed and bloomed
Is a dim-remembered story of the old time now entombed.
Travelers now within that valley through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically to a discordant melody.
While like a ghastly rapid river through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever and laugh, but smile no more.
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