The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Edgar Allan Poe [1474]
Put this in editorially, >>ny<< my dear S., and oblige me eternally. You will acknowledge that it will be an act of justice.
Write immediately and believe me[,]
Your friend.
Edgar A Poe
If you put in th[e] paragraph send me the no: of the Visiter.
SPARKS, JARED
Edgar Allan Poe to Jared Sparks — May 23, 1836
Richmond May 23. 1836.
Dear Sir,
Your letter of the 17th is received, and I reply to it at the request of Mr White. Herewith a number of the Messenger is forwarded, containing the Letter of Celia Single.
The M.S.S. from which we publish are not in our immediate possession — but in that of Mr Wm Duane Jr of Philadelphia. He possesses a M.S. volume containing many originals of Franklin. I rather suppose that the articles you allude to (as being suspicious) in Mr Duane’s edition, are genuine, and are a portion of the collection from which we are now publishing. I mean to say, of course, that this collection is in the hand-writing of Franklin. Mr D. transcribes the M.S. for our use.
I would be very glad if you could interest yourself in any manner for the success of our Magazine in Boston.
Very respy
Yr Ob. St
Edgar A. Poe
Jared Sparks Esqr
Cambridge. Mass.
STODDARD, RICHARD HENRY
Edgar Allan Poe to Richard H. Stoddard — November 6, 1840
Philadelphia
November 6. 1840.
Dear Sir,
Having been absent from town for the last few days I have only this moment received your letter of the 10th ult, and now hasten to comply with the very flattering request it contains, by transcribing a Sonnet of my own composition.
To Zante.
Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take,
How many mem’ries of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that is
No more — no more upon thy verdant slopes!
No More! alas, that magical sad sound
Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more —
Thy memory no more! Accursed ground
Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,
O, Hyacinthine isle! O, purple Zante!
Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!
E.A.P.
SUTHERLAND, JOEL BARLOW
Edgar Allan Poe to Joel Barlow Sutherland — January 13, 1844
My Dear Sir,
Will you permit me to introduce to you my friend Mr Robert Travers, of this city, who will hand you this note? He is an applicant for a post in the Revenue Service. If you could further his views in any regard, I would consider myself