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قراءة كتاب Poetry of the Supernatural
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red sail at pitch of night.
Hawthorne, Julian. Were-wolf. (In Stedman's American Anthology.)
Grinning in horrible glee.
The wolves that follow with scurrying feet
Sniffing that goblin scent, at once
Scatter in terror, while it slips
Away, to the shore of the frozen sea.
Herrick, Robert. The Hag.
This night for to ride,
The Devil and she together.
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne'er so foul be the weather.
Hood, Thomas. The Haunted House.
A sense of mystery the spirit daunted
And said, as plain as whisper in the ear,
"The place is Haunted!"
Houghton, George. The Handsel Ring. (In Stedman's American Anthology.)
A man and maid are plighting their troth in the tomb of an old knight, the girl's father, when the man lucklessly drops the ring through a crack in the floor of the tomb.
For a little thing!"
"Nay! but behold what broodeth there!
See the cold sheen of his silvery hair!
Look how his eyeballs roll and stare,
Seeking thy handsel ring!"
Hugo, Victor. The Djinns. (In Charles A. Dana's The Household Book of Poetry.)
Shut tight the shelter where we lie!
With hideous din the monster rout,
Dragon and vampire, fill the sky!
Joyce, Patrick Weston. The Old Hermit's Story. (In Padric Gregory's Modern Anglo-Irish Verse.)
And I saw, as I viewed the sea,
A withered old man upon a wave,
And he fixed his eyes on me.
Keats, John. La Belle Dame sans Merci.
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd—-"La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall."
—— Lamia.
Than with a frightful scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
Kingsley, Charles. The Weird Lady.
Like motes in the sunnès beam;
And over him stood the Weird Lady
In her charmèd castle over the sea,
Sang "Lie thou still and dream."
Leconte de Lisle, Charles. Les Elfes. (In The Oxford Book of French Verse.)
Je vais épouser ma belle aux doux yeux.
—O mon cher époux, la tombe éternelle
Sera notre lit de noce, dit-elle.
Je suis morte!—Et lui, la voyant ainsi,
D'angoisse et d'amour tombe mort aussi.
Lockhart, Arthur John. The Waters of Carr. (In T. H. Rand's A Treasury of Canadian Verse.)
Fairy stolen; changed a fay;
And still I hear her calling, calling, calling,
In the mossy woods of Carr!
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. The Ballad of Carmilhan.
The ghostly Carmilhan!
Her masts were stripped, her yards were bare,
And on her bowsprit, poised in air,
Sat the Klaboterman.
Macdonald, George. Janet. (In Linton and Stoddard's Ballads and Romances.)
A glintin' down the sky;
And the souls crept out of their mouldy graves
A' dank wi' lying by.
McKay, Charles. The Kelpie of Corrievreckan. (In Dugald Mitchell's The Book of Highland Verse.)
The Kelpie gallops across the green
On a steed as fleet as the wintry wind,
With Jessie's mournful ghost behind.
Mackenzie, Donald A. The Banshee. (In The Book of Highland Verse.)
She beetled on a stone,
She stood with dripping hands, blood-red,
Low singing all alone—
"His linen robes are pure and white,
For Fergus More must die tonight."
Mallet, David. William and Margaret. (In W. M. Dixon's The Edinburgh Book of Scottish Verse.)
The winding sheet I wear.
And cold and weary lasts our night,
Till that last morn appear.
Moore, Thomas. The Lake of the Dismal Swamp.
For a soul so warm and true;
And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp
Where all night long, by a firefly lamp,
She paddles her birch canoe.
Morris, William. The Tune of Seven Towers.
Except in the white