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قراءة كتاب Poetry of the Supernatural
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And the house-beams groan
And a foot unknown
Is surmised on the garret stairs
And the locks slip unawares. . .
Buchanan, Robert. The Ballad of Judas Iscariot. (In Stedman's Victorian Anthology.)
The beauty is chiefly in the central idea of forgiveness, but the workmanship of this composition has also a very remarkable beauty, a Celtic beauty of weirdness, such as we seldom find in a modern composition touching religious tradition.—Lafcadio Hearn.
Lay stretched along the snow.
'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
Ran swiftly to and fro.
Carleton, William. Sir Turlough, or The Churchyard Bride. (In Stopford Brooke's A Treasury of Irish Poetry.)
The churchyard bride is accustomed to appear to the last mourner in the churchyard after a burial, and, changing its sex to suit the occasion, exacts a promise and a fatal kiss from the unfortunate lingerer.
Killeevy, O Killeevy!
And his banshee's wail—now far and broken—
Murmured "Death" as he gave the token
By the bonny green woods of Killeevy.
Chatterton, Thomas. The Parliament of Sprites.
"The Parliament of Sprites" is an interlude played by Carmelite friars at William Canynge's house on the occasion of the dedication of St. Mary Redcliffe's. One after another the "antichi spiriti dolenti" rise up and salute the new edifice: Nimrod and the Assyrians, Anglo-Saxon ealdormen and Norman knights templars, and citizens of ancient Bristol.—H. A. Beers.
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. Christabel.
The thing attempted in "Christabel" is the most difficult of execution in the whole field of romance—witchery by daylight—and the success is complete.—John Gibson Lockhart.
—— The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Cortissoz, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson. On Kingston Bridge. (In Stedman's American Anthology.)
The quick and dead together walked,
The quick and dead together talked,
On Kingston bridge.
Crawford, Isabella Valancy. The Mother's Soul. (In John Garvin's Canadian Poets and Poetry.)
Another elaborate variation on the theme of the return of a mother from her grave to rescue her children. Miss Crawford's mother does not go as far as the ghost in Robert Buchanan's "Dead Mother," who not only makes three trips to assemble her neglected family, but manages to appear to their delinquent father, to his great discomfort and the permanent loss of his sleep.
Dobell, Sydney. The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston. (In The Oxford Book of English Verse.)
A ballad unsurpassed in our literature for its weird suggestiveness.—Richard Garnett.
She keeps her shadowy kine;
O, Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!
Drummond, William Henry. The Last Portage. (In Wilfred Campbell's The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.)
I'm seein' de face of my boy is dead.
Eaton, Arthur Wentworth Hamilton. The Phantom Light of the Baie des Chaleurs. (In T. H. Rand's A Treasury of Canadian Verse.)
But many a night the black flag flew
From the mast of a spectre vessel sailed
By a spectre band that wept and wailed
For the wreck they had wrought on the sea, on the land,
For the innocent blood they had spilt on the sand
Of the Baie des Chaleurs.
Field, Eugene. The Peter-bird. (In his Songs and Other Verse.)
When, with his laughter and scorn, hatless and bootless and sockless,
Clothed in his jeans and his pride, Peter sailed out in the weather,
Broke from the warmth of his home into that fog of the devil,
Into the smoke of that witch brewing her damnable porridge!
Freneau, Philip. The Indian Burying-ground. (In Stedman's American Anthology.)
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer—a shade.
Graves, Alfred Perceval. The Song of the Ghost. (In Padric Gregory's Modern Anglo-Irish Verse.)
Or he'll be going to join the dead;
O cease from calling his ghost to the mould
And I'll come crowning your combs with gold.
Guiney, Louise Imogen. Peter Rugg, the Bostonian. (In Warner's Library of the World's Best Literature, v. 41.)
The rain will follow loud,
And he who meets that ghostly man
Will meet a thunder-cloud.
And whosoever speaks with him
May next bespeak his shroud.
Harte, Francis Bret. A Greyport Legend.
Still another phantom ship, a treacherous hulk that broke from its moorings and drifted with a crew of children into the fog.
Hawker, Robert Stephen. Mawgan of Melhuach. (In Stedman's Victorian Anthology.)
With a stormy pang old Mawgan past,
And away, away, beneath their sight,
Gleam'd the