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Edgar Allan Poe

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"Metzengerstein" follows a young Hungarian baron who inherits his family's vast estate amid a bitter feud with a rival house. Consumed by cruelty and obsession, he becomes fixated on a mysterious horse linked to his enemies, hinting at dark, supernatural forces at play.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

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Metzengerstein

Edgar Allan Poe

SYNOPSIS

“Metzengerstein” follows a young Hungarian baron who inherits his family's vast estate amid a bitter feud with a rival house. Consumed by cruelty and obsession, he becomes fixated on a mysterious horse linked to his enemies, hinting at dark, supernatural forces at play.

Keywords

Feud, Curse, Supernatural

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Metzengerstein

 

Pestis eram vivus—moriens tua mors ero.—Martin Luther

Horror and fatality have been stalking abroad in all ages. Why then give a date to this story I have to tell? Let it suffice to say, that at the period of which I speak, there existed, in the interior of Hungary, a settled although hidden belief in the doctrines of the Metempsychosis. Of the doctrines themselves—that is, of their falsity, or of their probability—I say nothing. I assert, however, that much of our incredulity—as La Bruyère says of all our unhappiness—“vient de ne pouvoir être seuls.”

But there are some points in the Hungarian superstition which were fast verging to absurdity. They—the Hungarians—differed very essentially from their Eastern authorities. For example, “The soul,” said the former—I give the words of an acute and intelligent Parisian—“