The Fall of the House of Usher (Phoenix Classics)

as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity—an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued

from sire to son

I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.