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Title: The Works of Edgar Allan Poe
Volume 5 (of 5) of the Raven Edition
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
Release Date: May 19, 2008 [EBook #2151]
Last Updated: March 31, 2012
Language: English
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THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE
IN FIVE VOLUMES
The Raven Edition
CONTENTS
PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE.
A TALE OF JERUSALEM
THE SPHINX
HOP-FROG
THE MAN OF THE CROWD.
NEVER BET THE DEVIL YOUR HEAD
THOU ART THE MAN
WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS HIS HAND IN A SLING
SOME WORDS WITH A MUMMY.
THE POETIC PRINCIPLE
OLD ENGLISH POETRY
POEMS
PREFACE
POEMS OF LATER LIFE
THE RAVEN.
THE BELLS.
ULALUME
TO HELEN
ANNABEL LEE.
A VALENTINE.
AN ENIGMA
FOR ANNIE
TO F——.
TO FRANCES S. OSGOOD
ELDORADO.
TO MARIE LOUISE (SHEW)
TO MARIE LOUISE (SHEW)
THE CITY IN THE SEA.
THE SLEEPER.
NOTES
POEMS OF MANHOOD
LENORE
TO ONE IN PARADISE.
THE COLISEUM.
THE HAUNTED PALACE.
THE CONQUEROR WORM.
SILENCE
DREAM-LAND
HYMN
TO ZANTE
SCENES FROM "POLITIAN"
POEMS OF YOUTH
INTRODUCTION TO POEMS—1831
LETTER TO MR. B—.
SONNET—TO SCIENCE
AL AARAAF
TAMERLANE
TO HELEN
THE VALLEY OF UNREST
ISRAFEL
TO ——
TO ——
TO THE RIVER——
SONG
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
A DREAM
ROMANCE
FAIRY-LAND
THE LAKE —— TO——
EVENING STAR
"THE HAPPIEST DAY."
IMITATION
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS
DREAMS
"IN YOUTH I HAVE KNOWN ONE"
NOTES
DOUBTFUL POEMS
ALONE
TO ISADORE
THE VILLAGE STREET
THE FOREST REVERIE
NOTES
PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE.
In the internal decoration, if not in the external architecture of their residences, the English are supreme. The Italians have but little sentiment beyond marbles and colours. In France, meliora probant, deteriora sequuntur—the people are too much a race of gadabouts to maintain those household proprieties of which, indeed, they have a delicate appreciation, or at least the elements of a proper sense. The Chinese and most of the eastern races have a warm but inappropriate fancy. The Scotch are poor decorists. The Dutch have, perhaps, an indeterminate idea that a curtain is not a cabbage. In Spain they are all curtains—a nation of hangmen. The Russians do not furnish. The Hottentots and Kickapoos are very well in their way. The Yankees alone are preposterous.
How this happens, it is not difficult to see. We have no aristocracy of blood, and having therefore as a natural, and indeed as an inevitable thing, fashioned for ourselves an aristocracy of dollars, the display of wealth has here to take the place and perform the office of the heraldic display in monarchical countries. By a transition readily understood, and which might have been as readily foreseen, we have been brought to merge in simple show our notions of taste itself.
To speak less abstractly. In England, for example, no mere parade of costly appurtenances would be so likely as with us, to create an impression of the beautiful in respect to the appurtenances themselves—or of taste as regards the proprietor:—this for the reason, first, that wealth is not, in England, the loftiest object of ambition as constituting a nobility; and secondly, that there, the true nobility of blood, confining itself within the strict limits of legitimate taste, rather avoids than affects that mere costliness in which a parvenu rivalry may at any time be successfully attempted.
The people will imitate the nobles, and the result is a thorough diffusion of the proper feeling. But in America, the coins current being the sole arms of the aristocracy, their display may be said, in general, to be the sole means of the aristocratic distinction; and the populace, looking always upward for models, are insensibly led to confound the two entirely separate ideas of magnificence and beauty. In short, the cost of an article of furniture has at length come to be, with us, nearly the sole test of its merit in a decorative point of view—and this test, once established, has led the way to many analogous errors, readily traceable to the one primitive folly.
There could be nothing more directly offensive to the eye of an artist than the interior of what is termed in the United States—that is to say, in Appallachia—a well-furnished apartment. Its most usual defect is a want of keeping. We speak of the keeping of a room as we would of the keeping of a picture—for both the picture and the room are amenable to those undeviating principles which regulate all varieties of art; and very nearly the same laws by which we decide on the higher merits of a painting, suffice for decision on the adjustment of a chamber.
A want of keeping is observable sometimes in the character of the several pieces of furniture, but generally in their colours or modes of adaptation to use Very often the eye is offended by their inartistic arrangement. Straight lines are too prevalent—too uninterruptedly continued—or clumsily interrupted at right angles. If curved lines occur, they are repeated into unpleasant uniformity. By undue precision, the appearance of many a fine apartment is utterly spoiled.
Curtains are rarely well disposed, or well chosen in respect to other decorations. With formal furniture, curtains are out of place; and an extensive volume of drapery of any kind is, under any circumstance, irreconcilable with good taste—the proper quantum, as well as the proper adjustment, depending upon the character of the general effect.
Carpets are better understood of late than of ancient days, but we still very frequently err in their patterns and colours. The soul of the apartment is the carpet. From it are deduced not only the hues but the forms of all objects incumbent. A judge at common law may be an ordinary man; a good judge of a carpet must be a genius. Yet we have heard discoursing of carpets, with the air "d'un mouton qui reve," fellows who should not and who could not be entrusted with the management of their own moustaches. Every one knows that a large floor may have a covering of large figures, and that a small one must have a covering of small—yet this is not all the knowledge in the world. As regards texture, the Saxony is alone admissible. Brussels is the preterpluperfect tense of fashion, and Turkey is taste in its dying agonies. Touching pattern—a carpet should not be bedizzened out like a Riccaree Indian—all red chalk, yellow ochre, and cock's feathers.
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