Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1849-10-18

Whom unmprciful DISASTER
Fullawcd fast and followed foster,
Til his Songs The burden bore-
Til The dirgos Of his hope. the
Melancholy burden boie
PARLIAMENTARY of "Neyerm re"

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Every genuine author in a greater or less degree leaves
IN his works, whatever then design, traces If his person.
al character: elements If his immortal being in which the
individual survives The rerson. While we read The pa
Qes Of the FdH Of he House of Ushor, or of .1iesnleric
RereiddioaS, we see IN The solemn and stately elonm
which invests ne,rnd in he subtle metaphysical anaIys 81
ri both, indications OF the idlusy ncracies-of what was
most rcmarkabe and peculiar in he authors intelleciu-
al nature. But we see here only The better phases Of
this nature. only the symbols Of his jaster action, for hs
harsh experience had deprived him Of all faith in man or
woman, lie had made " his mind upon the number
less complexities OF the social world. and the whole sys-
lem with him was an lnposiure. This conviction gave
a direction 10 his shrewd and naturally unamiable char
acler. SUI, though he regarded society as composed al
together Of villains, the sharpness Of his intellect was not
u that kind which enabled him 10 cope with villainy,
while II continually caused him by o%yershots 10 fnl ofihe
SUCCESS ot honesty, He Was in many respects Ike Fran
rs VIVIAN in l}nIwet's novel of the Caxion's "Passlon.
IN him. coinprehended many of the worst emotions which
nitrate against human happiness. You could not con
tradlct him, hui You raised quick choler; YOU could not
peak ID wealth, hut his check paled with craving envy.
Tho astonishing natural advantages If this poor b1y-his
beauty, his readiness, The daring spirit that breathed a
round hun like a fiery atmnsphere-had raised his c,nsfi-
inlional sell c %hiidenoe into an arrogance that turned his
very claim 10 admiration into preiudices against him
lfasrloie. enslons-bad enough, but not the worst. for
these salient angels were all vanished over with a
cold ~rerellent tyuicism, his passions vented themselves
IN sneets. There seemed In him no more susceptibility;
aud, what WAS more remarkable in a proud nature, little
or nuihing ni tle true point of honor. He had, 10 a NOR
bid exceSs,'hal desire to rise which is vulgnrly called am
hi'Ion, but no wish tnr the esteem or the love of his spe
eles; only The hard wish Ia succeed TO- not shine. not :, rive
-Snc'eed that he might have the night 10 despise a world
which CALLED his selEcuncell."
We have suggested the influence Of his aims and vicis.
sl'udes upon his literature. | was more conspicuous IN
bis later lhan In his EARLIER Writings. Nearly all that he
wrnte IN HE last Iva or thne years-ineludinp much Of
his best nuptTV- WAS in s,up sansp h,a,,a ,Lt,aI. l., J-,
leries Of his Imagination. those who had taken the lrou.
bic To trace ls Steps. could perceive, but slightly con.
eealcd, the figure OF himself.
There are. peIha US, some of our readers who will nm.
derstand The illusions OF The following beautiful poem.-
Mr.. Poe presented II in MS. to the writer Of these nara
graphs, just hetore he left New York recently ,remarkin.
that II was iha last thing he had written
ANNABEL LEE.
1t was many and many n wear 400,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden There lived whom you may know
BY The name Of ANNApEL LEE;
And this maid she lived with no other ihonuht
Than 10 love ami be loved by me.
was a child and she was n child
In His king1 IN by the SEA.
But We loved viii a love that was more than love-
and my ANNABEL LEE
with "A love that The winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of cloud, chilling
My beautiful AMAZED. LEE;
50 that her ne'ghbor kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
10 shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea,
The angels. not half 81 happy ia heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes that was the ress'n (as all men know,
In this kingdom by he sea)
That the wiad came nut ufihe cland by niybi.
CHILLING and killing my ANNAEeL Lar.
but oar love It was stronger By far lhae The love
IT those who were older lhan we-
OF many far wiser than We.
And neither the angels in hesves sb0ve.
Nor the demons down under the ga,
Gan ever discover my snnl from the a3al
vi the beautiful ASNABEL LIE.
OF me moon never beams, without bringing me dreaml
vi The beautiful AsNAnEL Lrr:
h"' t"e STARS never rise, but | feel The bright eyes
VI the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:
And 81. all The nighi-iide. lie down by the side
u my darlin.-my darling-my life and my bride.
In her s~epclclire there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
W. must omit any particular criticism of Mr.. Poe
works. As a writer Of tales il will he admitted penprall
that he was scarcely surpassed IN Ingenuity Of couslruc