THIS stanza from "The Raven" was recommended by James Russell Lowell as an inscription upon the Baltimore monument which marks the resting place of Edgar Allan
Poe, the most interesting and original figure in American letters.
[Mabbott states that Griswold "obviously had a revised form" for use in the 1856 volume of
Poe's works.
Fiction there was none at all that I can recall, except
Poe's 'Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque' (I long afflicted myself as to what those words meant, when I might easily have asked and found out) and Bulwer's Last Days of Pompeii, all in the same kind of binding.
On the other hand, instead of having to devote my energy to the learning of a multitude of things, I concentrated it upon a few particular things, such as, for instance, the analysis of
Poe's place in American literature--an essay of mine, by the way, in the current Atlantic.
Poe, get the release papers, if you please"; and then he fell to writing again.
He had some analytical genius, no doubt; but he was by no means such a phenomenon as
Poe appeared to imagine."
This journey, like all previous ones, was purely imaginary; still, it was the work of a popular American author-- I mean Edgar
Poe!"
Poe's poem of the "Bells" stands incomplete to this day; but it is well enough that it is so, for the public reciter or "reader" who goes around trying to imitate the sounds of the various sorts of bells with his voice would find himself "up a stump" when he got to the church-bell-- as Joseph Addison would say.
I am a good swimmer (though without pretending to rival Byron or Edgar
Poe, who were masters of the art), and in that plunge I did not lose my presence of mind.
"You remember," said he, "that some little time ago, when I read you the passage in one of
Poe's sketches, in which a close reasoner follows the unspoken thought of his companion, you were inclined to treat the matter as a mere tour de force of the author.
This struck from all three allusions to Edgar
Poe and Jules Verne, and such platitudes as naturally rise to the lips of the most intelligent when they are talking against time, and dealing with a new invention in which it would seem ingenuous to believe too soon; and the question of the telephone carried them safely back to the big house.
"It was as good as
Poe. Splendid, I said at the time, splendid!"