New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1849-10-09

The eharsetsr Of Mr. Poe we cannot attempt to dee
crbe in this very hasry written srtice We can oI'
slude 10 some Of rs more itrikins phsses
His converssfion -ss At tines slnos, supranoriA
IN s sloqaence Ills voice sss nodul.rsd wiz s'ton-
issips ss and biz large sad vsiaby expressive eyes
looked repose shot hery t-ui into theirs who 10
tcn.d While hi, own face .ored. vss ehsngels'' N
pslor ss his lssEstor ssickened bis blood o. drew
it back frozen TO t.s heart III. imagery v1 from TIE
worlds which no see bit with the F'on Of
senius Suddenly .srtiss fron proposition ex'
scIy and sharply defined u terms Of most Elm ple'J
and elesrr-.. he rejected the forms of customary
o.e end BY crystalline process Of secreron' built up
his occulsr semonstrs,ion. in forms Of rloone'' and
ghssiliesi grandeur Ia those Of tho most airy ana
delicious besuty-so mnuiey and distinctly, Jet % 70
pidly that the attention which was yelced 10 him IVES
chained Ill 1t stood among bis wonderful creations
til he himself dissolved the .pe and brought b' bear
back and base existence ey vulgar AN
eies or exhibitions II the snoslest passion
lie vas At al times a Misunderstanding in ideal
reAlns-in heaven or heI-peopled with the creatures
and The accidents Of his brain. He walked the streets
10 madness or melancholy with lips moving In indi'
tinci cures, or with eyes uPtErned IN Pa'sionate
prayer Cnever for himself for be felt, protested 10
feel that be we, already danned but for their haPp
10 Al the moment objects OF his i5oatry -
or With hs slsrces nirovsr,ed 20 heart snANed With
anguish and with face shrouisd in gloom, be would
brave the widest and al night with drsnched
garments and arms beat1s the winds snd rains, would
speak II 70 spirits tia, q, such times ouy could be
evoked By him from the Aidsnn close By whose Por'
ta bis disturbed soul sought forget the lis TO which
his constitution subjected him-close By the Aidsnn
where were those he loved-the Adenn viii he might
never see but 6al ghnpse. its gates opened TO
receive the les fery and more hsppy natures whose
| destiny 10 Gin did not Involve the doom Of death
He seemed except when some htful pursuit. subjGss
ted bis will and engrossed bis faculties always to bear
the memory Of some controlling sorrow. The remark
able poem Of The Rerea probably much more near
ly than hss been supposed, even By those who were
very intimate with him. rehe xon snd an echo Of his
| own history He Wa. that BIRDS
Unhappy MASTER,
| Whcm unmerciiul disaster
| Followed fast and followed faster,
Til his songs the burden bore
| TIL he drgcs Of bis hope, the
Melancholy burden bore
Of "Nevermore," Ct Neyermore'
Every genuine .aihor in greater or less degree
esves In his works vhsievsr their design. traces Of hs
personal character elements OF his immortal being in
which the individual survives the person. While We
read the pages Of the Fan Of re House Of J.h, Of
Mes-eric Rereazons In the solemn and stately
gloom which invest. one and in the subtle motsphys
cal analysis Of both, indications Of the idio'yncraees,
of what wa, most remarkable and pesuliAr-in ihe
suthors Intellectual nature But We see here only the
better phases Of this nature only the symbols Of his
uster action for his harsh experience had deprived
him Of oil faith ia man or woman. he had inside up
-.
.ocsl world. and he whole system with him
imp posture. This conviction gave direction 10 his
shrewd end naturally unamisbe character sliI,
though he regarded society az composed altogether Of
Villains the sharpness Of his intellect no, OF that
kind which enabled him TO cope with villsny, while 1t
coniinuay caused him by overshou to fail Of the
Of honesty. lie was in many respects ike Frsncs
vivIso in Bulser novel Of The Caxions Passion,
in him Compensated many Of the wors. emotions
which initiate against human happiness. You could
not contradict bin, but you raised quick choier you
could not speak OF wealth but his cheek paed with
gnswing envy. The astonishing natural advantages
OF this poor boy-ts beauty, his readiness, the daring
spirit -reaihed around him Ike hery atmosphere
had raised his constitutional sslfconhdence into an
fOgance that turned his very csims to admiration into
prejudces sgainsi him lrsscibs onyiousbad enough.
but not the worst for these salient angles s
rished with cold rrpelent cynicsm his passions
vented Themselves IN sneers. There seemed TO him
moral susceptibility and, what was more remark
able In proud nature, little nothing OF the true
point OF honor lie had 10 morbid excess that desire
to rise which s vulgary called ambition but no wish
for the esteem the love OF his species only the hard
wish succeednoi shine not serve-succeed, that he
might have the right TO despise world which CALLED
his sell eoncst
We have suggested the influence OF his aims snd
yicissiudes upon his literature. IL was more conspic
in his iasr than in his esrier writngs- Nearly
al that he wrote In the last or three years-in
Gliding much OF his beet poetry-wss In some sense
biographical in drspcres OF his Imagination. those who
had taken The trouble 10 trace mis- steps, could perceive
but slightly concealed. the figure Of himself.
There are perhaps some Of our readers who will IN
dertAnd the illusions u the following beautiful poem
Mr. Poe presented IL In Ms. n the writer Of these
paragraphs, just before he left New York recently
remsIkias that 1t wss the last thing be had written
ANNABEL LEE
II was many and many year ago,
In Kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of AsNABEL LEE
And hi. maiden shs lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
wss child and she was child,
10 this kin gdom by the sea.
But we loy ed nth love that more than love-
and ny ANSAHEL LIE
With love that the winged seraphs Of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And thi. wss the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom BY the
A wind blew OF cloud. chilling
My beautiful ASSAsEL LEE,
so thai her highborn xlnsmcn came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up 10 q sepalchre
In this kingdom BY the sea
The angels not halt 40 happy In heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yea that the reason (ss all men know.
10 this Kingdom by the sea-
Thet the wind came out of the cloud BY night,
Chilling and killing my AsNABKL LEE.
But our love 1t stronger by far than the love
OF those who were older than We
OF many far wiser than we
And neither the ang gels in heaven above.
Nor the demons down under the sea.
Can ever dl.sever my soal from the soul
OF the beautiful ANSssEL LEE
For the moon beams without. bringing dreams
OF the beautiful A>sABEL LEE;
And the eta h, never rise. bat feel the bn ghi eyes
OF the beautiful ASNABKL LEEs
And so. all the night tide. lie down BY the side
OF my dsrl.ng-my dsrlng-my life and my BRIDE,
In Der sepulchre there By ths ses-
Ia her tomb BY the sounding sea.
We must omit any particular criticism Of Mr. Poe.
works Al. a writer Of tales IL will De admitted gen.