By Edgar Allan Poe

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produite par
la tendance dont il est question ici,--la tendance à retourner vers
_l'absolu originel,_ vers le _suprême primitif._ La gravitation _doit
donc être la plus énergique de toutes les forces,--_idée obtenue _à
priori_ et largement confirmée par l'induction. Quel usage je ferai de
cette idée, on le verra par la suite.

Les atomes, ayant été répandus hors de leur condition normale d'Unité,
cherchent à retourner--vers quoi? Non pas, certainement, vers aucun
_point_ particulier; car il est clair que si, au moment de la
diffusion, tout l'Univers matériel avait été projeté collectivement à
une certaine distance du point d'irradiation, la tendance atomique vers
le centre de la sphère n'aurait pas été troublée le moins du monde;
les atomes n'auraient pas cherché le point de _l'espace absolu_ dont
ils étaient originairement issus. C'est simplement la _condition,_ et
non le point ou le lieu où cette condition a pris naissance, que les
atonies cherchent à rétablir;--ce qu'ils désirent, c'est simplement
_cette condition qui est leur normalité._ «Mais ils cherchent un
centre,--dira-t-on,--et un centre est un point.» C'est vrai; mais ils
cherchent ce point, non dans son caractère de point (car si toute la
sphère changeait de position, ils chercheraient également le centre, et
le centre serait alors un autre point), mais parce que, en raison de la
forme dans laquelle ils existent collectivement (qui est celle de la
sphère), c'est seulement par le point en question, qui est le centre
de la sphère, qu'ils peuvent atteindre leur véritable but, l'Unité.
Dans la direction du centre, chaque atome perçoit plus d'atomes que
dans toute autre direction. Chaque atome est poussé vers le centre,
parce que sur la ligne droite, qui s'étend de lui au centre et qui
continue au delà jusqu'à la circonférence, se trouve un plus grand
nombre d'atomes que sur toute autre ligne droite,--un plus grand nombre
d'objets qui le cherchent, lui, atome individuel,--un plus grand nombre
de satisfactions pour sa propre tendance à l'Unité,--en un mot, parce
que dans la direction du centre se trouve la plus grande possibilité
de satisfaction générale pour son appétit individuel. Pour parler
brièvement, la condition de l'Unité est en réalité ce que cherchent les
atomes, et s'ils _semblent_ chercher le centre de la sphère, ce n'est
qu'implicitement, parce que le centre implique, contient, enveloppe le
seul centre essentiel, l'Unité. Mais, en raison de ce caractère double
et implicite, il est impossible de séparer pratiquement la tendance
vers l'Unité abstraite de la tendance vers le centre concret. Ainsi la
tendance des atomes vers le centre général est, à tous égards, pratique
et logique, la tendance de chacun vers chacun, et cette tendance
réciproque universelle est la

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Text Comparison with The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe Including Essays on Poetry

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His father, David Poe, was of Anglo-Irish extraction.
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Allan died, and if our poet had maintained any hopes of further assistance from him, all doubt was settled by the will, by which the whole property of the deceased was left to his second wife and her three sons.
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* * * * * THE BELLS, I.
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When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm-- To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm.
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All Beauty sleeps!--and lo! where lies (Her casement open to the skies) Irene, with her Destinies! Oh, lady bright! can it be right-- This window open to the night! The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice-drop-- The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully--so fearfully-- Above the closed and fringed lid 'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid, That, o'er the floor and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, A wonder to these garden trees! Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress! Strange, above all, thy length of tress, And this all-solemn silentness! The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep Which is enduring, so be deep! Heaven have her in its sacred keep! This chamber changed for one more holy, This bed for one more melancholy, I pray to God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye, While the dim sheeted ghosts go by! My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep; Soft may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold-- Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals-- Some sepulchre, remote, alone, Against whose portal she hath thrown, In childhood many an idle stone-- Some tomb from.
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TO HELEN "To Helen" (Mrs.
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Not all our power is gone--not all our fame-- Not all the magic of our high renown-- Not all the wonder that encircles us-- Not all the mysteries that in us lie-- Not all the memories that hang upon And cling around about us as a garment, Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
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They speak of him As of one who entered madly into life, Drinking the cup of pleasure to the dregs.
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Thou heardst it not!--Baldazzar, speak no more To me, Politian, of thy camps and courts.
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Some years ago I might have been induced, by an occasion like the present, to attempt a formal refutation of their doctrine; at present it would be a work of supererogation.
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As sprang that yellow star from downy hours, Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers, And bent o'er sheeny mountain and dim plain Her way--but left not yet her Therasaean reign [15].
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I have not always been as now: The fevered diadem on my brow I claimed and won usurpingly-- Hath not the same fierce heirdom given Rome to the Caesar--this to me? The heritage of a kingly mind, And a proud spirit which hath striven Triumphantly with human kind.
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" _How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods--her wilds--her mountains--the intense Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!_ I.
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It was during one of my lonely journeyings, amid a far distant region of mountain locked within mountain, and sad rivers and melancholy tarns writhing or sleeping within all, that I chanced upon a certain rivulet and island.
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While such discussions were going on, their subject gradually approached, growing larger in apparent diameter, and of a more brilliant lustre.
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It oppressed us with a hideous _novelty_ of emotion.
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_ Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from _thee.
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Within this limit, the extent of a poem may be made to bear mathematical relation to its merit--in other words, to the excitement or elevation--again, in other words, to the degree of the true poetical effect which it is capable of inducing; for it is clear that the brevity must be in direct ratio of the intensity of the intended effect--this, with one proviso--that a certain degree of duration is absolutely requisite for the production of any effect at all.
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I resolved to diversify, and so heighten the effect, by adhering in general to the monotone of sound, while I continually varied that of thought: that is to say, I determined.
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These points being settled, I next bethought me of the _nature_ of my _refrain_.