Derniers Contes

By Edgar Allan Poe

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pretention. Si ce que nous avons
dit alors n'etait pas dit _suaviter in modo_, ce que nous faisons
aujourd'hui est au moins fait _fortiter in re_.

Dans ces rapides observations nous n'avons nullement essaye d'epuiser le
sujet de la cryptographie; un pareil sujet demanderait un in-folio. Nous
n'avons voulu que mentionner quelques-uns des systemes de chiffres les
plus ordinaires. Il y a deux mille ans, Aeneas Tacticus enumerait vingt
methodes distinctes, et l'ingeniosite moderne a fait faire a cette
science beaucoup de progres. Ce que nous nous sommes propose surtout,
c'est de suggerer des idees, et peut-etre n'avons-nous reussi qu'a
fatiguer le lecteur. Pour ceux qui desireraient de plus amples
informations a ce sujet, nous leur dirons qu'il existe des traites sur
la matiere par Trithemius, Cap. Porta, Vignere, et le P. Niceron.
Les ouvrages des deux derniers peuvent se trouver, je crois, dans la
bibliotheque de Harvard University. Si toutefois on s'attendait a
rencontrer dans ces Essais des _regles pour la solution du chiffre_,
on pourrait se trouver fort desappointe. En dehors de quelques apercus
touchant la structure generale du langage, et de quelques essais
minutieux d'application pratique de ces apercus, le lecteur n'y trouvera
rien a retenir qu'il ne puisse trouver dans son propre entendement.


En parlant du Principe poetique, je n'ai pas la pretention d'etre ou
complet ou profond. En discutant a l'aventure de ce qui constitue
l'essence de ce qu'on appelle Poesie, le principal but que je me propose
est d'appeler l'attention sur quelques-uns des petits poemes anglais
ou americains qui sont le plus de mon gout, ou qui ont laisse sur mon
imagination l'empreinte la plus marquee. Par _petits poemes_ j'entends,
naturellement, des poemes de peu d'etendue. Et ici qu'on me permette, en
commencant, de dire quelques mots d'un principe assez particulier, qui,
a tort ou a raison, a toujours exerce une certaine influence sur les
jugements critiques que j'ai portes sur la poesie. Je soutiens qu'il
n'existe pas de long poeme; que cette phrase "un long poeme" est tout
simplement une contradiction dans les termes.

Il est a peine besoin d'observer qu'un poeme ne merite ce nom qu'autant
qu'il emeut l'ame en l'elevant. La valeur d'un poeme est en raison
directe de sa puissance d'emouvoir et d'elever. Mais toutes les
emotions, en vertu d'une necessite psychique, sont transitoires. La dose
d'emotion necessaire a un poeme pour justifier ce titre ne saurait
se soutenir dans une composition d'une longue etendue. Au bout d'une
demi-heure au plus, elle baisse, tombe;--une revulsion s'opere--et des
lors le poeme, de fait, cesse d'etre un poeme.

Ils ne sont pas rares, sans doute, ceux qui ont trouve quelque

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IV Ye deliverers of Athens from shame! Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs! Endless ages shall cherish your fame, Embalmed in their echoing songs! 1827.