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Harry Clarke’s Illustrations for Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination (1919)

Book illustrator and stained glass artist Harry Clarke’s illustrations for Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination: the first version of 1919 was restricted to monotone illustrations, while a second iteration with 8 colour plates and more than 24 monotone images was published in 1923.

Learn more about Harry Clarke and his art in Kelly Sullivan’s essay “Harry Clarke’s Looking Glass“.

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“Incomprehensible men! Wrapped up in meditations of a kind which I cannot divine, they pass me by unnoticed” (Manuscript Found in a Bottle)
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“It was a fearful page in the record of my existence” (Berenice)
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“The Earth grew dark, and its figures passed by me, like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only—Morella” (Morella)
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“Has no copy been taken?” he demanded, surveying it through a microscope (Passages in the Life of a Lion)
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It was the Marchesa Aphrodite—the adoration of all Venice (The Assignation of Venice)
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“I had myself no power to move from the upright position I had assumed” (The Assignation of Venice)
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“Avast there a bit, I say, and tell us who the devil ye all are!” (Bon-Bon)
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But there was no voice throughout the vast, illimitable desert (Silence)
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The boat appeared to be hanging, as if by magic, … upon the interior surface of a funnel (A Descent into the Maelstrom)
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“I would call aloud upon her name” (Ligeia)
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But then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady Madeline of Usher (The Fall of the House of Usher)
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“In my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou has murdered thyself” (William Wilson)
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Gnashing its teeth, and flashing fire from its eyes, it flew upon the body of the girl (The Murder in the Rue Morgue)
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In his toilsome journey to the water his fears redouble within him (The Mystery of Marie Rogêt)
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The dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet (The Masque of the Red Death)
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“I saw them fashion the syllables of my name” (The Pit and the Pendulum)
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“They swarmed upon me in ever-accumulating heaps” (The Pit and the Pendulum)
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But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound (The Tell-Tale Heart)
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There flashed upward a glow and a glare (The Gold Bug)
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“I had walled the monster up within the tomb!” (The Black Cat)
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Deep, deep, and for ever, into some ordinary and nameless grave (The Premature Burial)
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Upon the bed there lay a nearly liquid mass of loathsome—of detestable putridity (The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar)
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For the love of God! Montresor!
“Yes,” I said, “For the love of God!” (The Cask of Amontillado)
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Landor’s Cottage (Landor’s Cottage)