автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Oval Portrait

Edgar Allan Poe

these paintings my incipient delirium, perhaps, had caused me to take deep interest;

the tints which he spread upon the canvas were drawn from the cheeks of her who sat beside him

But she was humble and obedient, and sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, high turret-chamber where the light dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead

all light and smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things;

be was a passionate, and wild, and moody man, who became lost in reveries;

Long—long I read—and devoutly, devotedly I gazed.

She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of

He, passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art;

in my desperately wounded condition