The Haunted House
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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
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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
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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 [...]