The Maniac
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
Stay, jailor, stay, and hear my woe!
She is not mad who kneels to thee!
For what I’m now too well I know,
And what I was, and what should be.
I’ll rave no more in proud despair;
My language shall be mild, though sad;
But yet I firmly, truly swear,
I am not mad, I am not mad!
My tyrant husband forged [...]
The Haunted House
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,
Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities that show
That Death is in the dwelling!
Oh, very, very dreary is the room
Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles,
But smitten by the common stroke of doom,
The corpse lies on the trestles!
But house of woe, and [...]
Elsibardo
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
By Jesse Blone in Godey’s Magazine and Lady’s Book, September 1852
Where the Rhine enlaps the vineyards,
And hills with columns towered:
Where the vales wear summer vestments,
Like bride with beauty dowered—
Dwells the lord of Elsibardo,
In his castle on the steeps,
Where the eagle builds his eyrie—
Where the vulture proudly sweeps.
When the moon down in the river
Finds a mirror [...]
The Haunted Belfry
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
By George Klingle
What can the chimes be saying to-night,
Throbbing so low on the dying light?
Something they say, but I cannot tell
The secret words of their mystic spell—
Something they say, and to me it seems
Like the musical words of the sweetest dreams.
Oh! what can the chimes be saying to-night—
Throbbing so low on the dying light?
Long days [...]
The Dead Child
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
Carrie died shortly after this picture was taken. Ruth grieved herself to death, wouldn’t permit little Wilder to whistle in the house.
The Dead Child
Let in the light of the fair sun,
And leave me here alone;
This hour with thee must be the last,
My dear unspotted one.
Thy bier waits in the silent street,
And voiceless men are there,
While [...]
