Tag: Helena Aguilar Mayans

Goblin Market

White and golden Lizzie stood,Like a lily in a flood,Like a rock of blue-vein’d stoneLash’d by tides obstreperously,Like a beacon left aloneIn a hoary roaring sea,Sending up a golden fire,Like a fruit-crown’d orange-treeWhite with blossoms honey-sweetSore beset by wasp and bee,Like a royal virgin townTopp’d with gilded dome and spire – Christina Rossetti – Goblin […]

Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost thou want? Thomasin: What canst thou give? Black Phillip: Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live […]

Les Champs léthargiques II

La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je me sens regardé fixement. […] Moi, c’est là que je vis ! — cueillant les roses blanches, Consolant les tombeaux délaissés trop longtemps, Je […]

Les Champs léthargiques I

La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je me sens regardé fixement. […] Moi, c’est là que je vis ! — cueillant les roses blanches, Consolant les tombeaux délaissés trop longtemps, Je […]

You’d speak my name in tongues

You’d speak my name in tongues, you’d holler out in spades Oh, how I wish you could love me again Into the darkness my baby flies, Into the darkness I say goodbye – Kind Dude – Black Butterfly –

Pale, beyond Porch and Portal

Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; […] She waits for each and other, She waits for all men born; Forgets the earth her mother, The life of fruits and corn – Algernon Swinburne – The Garden of Proserpine –

The Empty House

See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-boughed trees! […] “Secrets”, sighs the night-wind, “Vacancy is all I find; Every keyhole I have made Wails a summons, faint and sad, No voice ever answers me, Only vacancy.” […] – Walter de la Mare – The Empty House –

No Silver Crucifix

I don’t want to live in this world There are too many vampires in this world No silver crucifix could fix This old world – without you – King Dude – Silver Crucifix –

Sorcellerie

Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was suspicious. – Ambrose Bierce – The fowl Witch –

A tyrant Spell has bound me

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. […] Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go. – Emily Brontë – The night is darkening around me –

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