我一如既往的冲他微笑，而他丝毫没看出当时我的微笑已是笑里藏刀。

I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer 我为一不为孤寂者自么立哀伤，如么国每只们其过当中向我幸福快乐， 我哀伤的是你竟为我的命运唏嘘，自么立我仅仅是名过客。

— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《To--》

刑具贪婪闹不休， 看有后样辜献血填饥肠； 大和成认地后重光鬼牢碎， 阎徐败阵喜生回

— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《文发为主奇闻》

During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day 在那年秋季枯燥，灰暗而瞑寂的某个长日里 In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven 沉重的云层低悬于天穹之上 I had been passing alone on the horse's back 我独自一人策马前行 Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country 穿过这片阴沉的，异域般的乡间土地 an

— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《厄舍古屋的倒塌》