The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2.
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2.

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“There is one painting,” said he, without being aware of my notice of the tragedy — “there is still one painting which you have not seen.”  And throwing aside a drapery, he discovered a full-length portrait of the Marchesa Aphrodite.

Human art could have done no more in the delineation of her superhuman beauty.  The same ethereal figure which stood before me the preceding night upon the steps of the Ducal Palace, stood before me once again.  But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomaly!) that fitful stain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.  Her right arm lay folded over her bosom.  With her left she pointed downward to a curiously fashioned vase.  One small, fairy foot, alone visible, barely touched the earth; and, scarcely discernible in the brilliant atmosphere which seemed to encircle and enshrine her loveliness, floated a pair of the most delicately imagined wings.  My glance fell from the painting to the figure of my friend, and the vigorous words of Chapman’s Bussy D’Ambois, quivered instinctively upon my lips: 

                        “He is up
     There like a Roman statue!  He will stand
     Till Death hath made him marble!”

“Come,” he said at length, turning towards a table of richly enamelled and massive silver, upon which were a few goblets fantastically stained, together with two large Etruscan vases, fashioned in the same extraordinary model as that in the foreground of the portrait, and filled with what I supposed to be Johannisberger.  “Come,” he said, abruptly, “let us drink!  It is early — but let us drink.  It is indeed early,” he continued, musingly, as a cherub with a heavy golden hammer made the apartment ring with the first hour after sunrise:  “It is indeed early — but what matters it? let us drink!  Let us pour out an offering to yon solemn sun which these gaudy lamps and censers are so eager to subdue!” And, having made me pledge him in a bumper, he swallowed in rapid succession several goblets of the wine.

“To dream,” he continued, resuming the tone of his desultory conversation, as he held up to the rich light of a censer one of the magnificent vases — “to dream has been the business of my life.  I have therefore framed for myself, as you see, a bower of dreams.  In the heart of Venice could I have erected a better?  You behold around you, it is true, a medley of architectural embellishments.  The chastity of Ionia is offended by antediluvian devices, and the sphynxes of Egypt are outstretched upon carpets of gold.  Yet the effect is incongruous to the timid alone.  Proprieties of place, and especially of time, are the bugbears which terrify mankind from the contemplation of the magnificent.  Once I was myself a decorist; but

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