The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 5

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Edgar Allan Poe

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February 27, 2026 07:01 PM

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Edgar Allan Poe
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 5

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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 5 is a rich anthology showcasing the full breadth of Poe's literary genius, moving across dark Gothic tales, biting social satire, philosophical essays, and celebrated poetry. Together, these works reveal a writer of extraordinary versatility — equally capable of conjuring psychological terror, comic absurdity, and haunting lyrical beauty. The volume opens with "Philosophy of Furniture," a witty essay skewering American interior decoration, arguing that the democratic obsession with displaying wealth has corrupted the nation's sense of beauty. Poe contrasts gaudy American excess — mirrors, harsh gas-lights, ostentatious ornament — with English refinement, ultimately sketching his ideal room: a sanctuary of crimson silk, candlelight, and quiet repose. "Hop-Frog" is among Poe's most viscerally satisfying revenge narratives. Hop-Frog, a disabled dwarf court jester kidnapped from his homeland, suffers constant humiliation from a gluttonous, cruel king. When the king publicly humiliates Hop-Frog's beloved companion Trippetta by hurling wine in her face, the jester devises a diabolical masquerade scheme — disguising the king and his seven ministers as chained orangutans — before setting them ablaze before the horrified court and vanishing with Trippetta into freedom. "The Man of the Crowd" is a brooding study in obsession and urban mystery. A convalescing narrator becomes transfixed by an old man whose face seems to carry multitudes of dark history. He follows the stranger for hours through fog-choked, gas-lit London streets, only to find that the man cannot bear solitude — he gravitates endlessly toward crowds, his existence dependent on the anonymity of the masses. The story resolves nothing, suggesting some souls are too dark ever to be read. "The Sphinx" delivers one of Poe's most elegant comic-Gothic reversals: what the narrator believes to be a monstrous, hill-sized creature proves to be a tiny death's-head sphinx moth crossing the window glass — a brilliant satire on how proximity and fear can distort reason into terror. "Never Bet the Devil Your Head" is a darkly comic fable about the incorrigible Toby Dammit, whose habitual oath is finally collected when he leaps over a bridge turnstile and is decapitated by an iron brace, the Devil himself snatching the severed head as his prize. "Thou Art the Man" anticipates the detective genre with remarkable prescience. The narrator, suspecting the jovial "Old Charley Goodfellow" of murdering his wealthy neighbor Mr. Shuttleworthy, secretly recovers the corpse, rigs it inside a wine crate, and engineers its dramatic resurrection at a dinner party — using ventriloquism to make the dead man accuse his killer. The confession follows; the innocent Mr. Pennifeather is freed; Old Charley dies of horror. "Bon-Bon" is a droll philosophical comedy in which Pierre Bon-Bon, a rotund French restaurateur and self-styled metaphysician, hosts the Devil on a stormy night. Over wine, the two debate the nature of the soul, with the inebriated Bon-Bon attempting to sell his — an offer the Devil surprisingly declines. "Some Words with a Mummy" is the volume's most satirical work. Victorian gentlemen reanimate the ancient Egyptian Count Allamistakeo using a voltaic battery, only to be lectured at length on the vast superiority of ancient Egyptian civilization over modernity. Every Victorian innovation is met with the mummy's polite but devastating precedent. The volume closes with Poe's magnificent poetry — including "The Raven," "The Bells," "Ulalume," and "Annabel Lee" — alongside the essay "The Poetic Principle," articulating his enduring creed: poetry's sole aim is the elevation of the soul through beauty, divorced entirely from moral instruction. These works together constitute one of American literature's most singular and enduring achievements.

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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...

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