During the whole of a dull , dark , and soundless day in the autumn of the year , when the clouds hung up oppressively low in the heavens , i had been passing alone , on horseback , through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself , as the shades of the evening drew on , within view of the melancholy house of usher 那年秋天的一天，天气阴沉，昏暗而又寂静，云层低压，令人窒息，整整一天我独自一人策马行进，穿过一条异常沉闷乏味的相间小路；不知不觉地，在暮色降临时分，我终于来到了那幢举目可望的凄凉的厄谢尔宅第。
I looked upon the scene before me - upon the mere house , and the simple landscape features of the domain - upon the blank walls - upon the vacant eye - like windows - upon a few rank sedges - and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees - with an utter depression of soul which i can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after - dream of the reveler upon opium - the bitter lapse into everyday life - the hideous dropping off of the veil 我看着眼前的情景这所宅第，房子周围单调的景象，光秃秃的墙壁，空洞的、眼睛窟窿似的窗户，几丛杂乱的莎草，几株灰白的枯树心情无比沮丧，恰仿佛是过足鸦片烟瘾的人，从梦幻中醒来，回到现实生活里的那种痛苦、懊恼的心情，这样的比喻真是再恰当不过了。
