Berenice, a tale by Edgar Allan Poe

This short story was first published in March 1835, in the Southern Literary Messenger. The text that is read in this video is from that original, uncensored version (including the section of four paragraphs beginning "With a heart full of grief"), and can be found here:
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Timestamps of each paragraph:
00:00 Introduction
00:22 Misery is manifold
03:12 My baptismal name is Egaeus
05:05 The recollections of my earliest years
07:37 In that chamber was I born
10:35 Berenice and I were cousins
15:20 Among the numerous train of maladies
19:45 To muse for long unwearied hours
22:44 Yet let me not be misapprehended
27:25 My books, at this epoch
29:50 Thus it will appear that
34:00 During the brightest days of her unparalleled beauty
37:10 And at length the period of our nuptials was approaching
38:27 Was it my own excited imagination
41:27 The forehead was high
44:31 The shutting of a door disturbed me
50:13 And the evening closed in upon me thus
53:48 With a heart full of grief
56:24 As I let them fall
57:06 The very atmosphere was redolent of death
58:46 God of heaven!
01:01:36 I found myself again sitting in the library
01:04:35 On the table beside me burned a lamp
01:06:54 There came a light tap at the library door
01:08:56 He pointed to my garments

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Timestamps of each paragraph:
00:00 Introduction
00:22 Misery is manifold
03:12 My baptismal name is Egaeus
05:05 The recollections of my earliest years
07:37 In that chamber was I born
10:35 Berenice and I were cousins
15:20 Among the numerous train of maladies
19:45 To muse for long unwearied hours
22:44 Yet let me not be misapprehended
27:25 My books, at this epoch
29:50 Thus it will appear that
34:00 During the brightest days of her unparalleled beauty
37:10 And at length the period of our nuptials was approaching
38:27 Was it my own excited imagination
41:27 The forehead was high
44:31 The shutting of a door disturbed me
50:13 And the evening closed in upon me thus
53:48 With a heart full of grief
56:24 As I let them fall
57:06 The very atmosphere was redolent of death
58:46 God of heaven!
01:01:36 I found myself again sitting in the library
01:04:35 On the table beside me burned a lamp
01:06:54 There came a light tap at the library door
01:08:56 He pointed to my garments