More specifically concerning: edgar allan poe
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour glass loves on moon spun nights sets icicled canopy for corpses of poesy with roses and northern lights Where frozen nightingales in ilix aisles sing burial rights – Mina Loy (Corpses and Geniuses, ‘Poe’)
Crambe repetita (44)
Poe, ‘The Philosophy of Furniture’.
the idleness ethic
Such virtues and vices as he may have possessed seem to have been of the passive sort, always a matter of omission.