You heap the logs and try to fill The little room with words and cheer, But silent feet are on the hill, Across the window veiled eyes peer. The hosts of lovers, young in death, Go seeking down the world to-night, Remembering faces, warmth and breath- And they shall seek till it is light. Then … Continue reading Flexner: All Souls Day, 1917
I. Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. II . Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and … Continue reading Poe: Spirits of the Dead
Trapped amid the woods with guile They've led her bound in fetters vile To death, a deadlier sorceress Than any born for earth's distress Since first the winner of the fleece Bore home the Colchian witch to Greece- Seven months with snare and gin They've sought the maid o'erwise within The forest's labyrinthine shade. The … Continue reading C.S. Lewis: Halloween
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and … Continue reading Poe: The Raven
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. [Thunder. Enter the three Witches] First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. First Witch Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold … Continue reading SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
There are some qualities - some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence - sea and shore- Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; … Continue reading Poe: Silence
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the … Continue reading Blake: Proverbs of Hell