Forgotten
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
Maude Meredith, published in Peterson’s Magazine, May 1884
With my love I walked in the summer weather,
When the dew of the morning like pearls hung high;
And the sunbeams sifted like gold, as together
We wandered the meadows-my love and I.
And the sky like a primrose bent and listened,
O’er the sapphire sea where the sunlight fell,
Till it thrilled [...]
The Doll’s Funeral
Posted on July 7, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry
A descriptive reading for a little girl by Will Allen Dromgorle, from “The Twentieth Century Speaker,” 1899.
When - my - dolly - died, - when - my dolly - died,
I - sat - on - the - step - and - I - cried - and - cried;
And I couldn’t eat any jam and bread,
‘Cause [...]
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 [...]
