“What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.” YearsLittlesWholeLastsFallFirePiecesTreeSummerSpringSingingBirdWindowBlueFruitRoundsWoodsGhostApplesComing OutCheerfulFlocksRobinsFlutteringFruit TreesSinging BirdsBirds Chirping Book:Marjorie Daw and Other People Source: Marjorie Daw and Other People
“Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!” ThinkingMenHardPurposeDiesBearsSorrowHarmGhostDreadBloodySteelAiry Author:Thomas Bailey Aldrich
“Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on dank morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside—are the Night's Innumerable children. Unconfined By shroud or coffin, disembodied souls, Uneasy spirits, steal into the air From festering graveyards when the curfew tolls At the day's death... And wheresoever murders have been done, In stately palaces or lonesome woods, Where'er a soul has sold itself and lost Its high inheritance, there, hovering, broods Some sad, invisible, accurséd Ghost!” ChildrenHas BeensSoulDoneLightFormSpiritNightLostAirStrangeWindShadowMurderWoodsInvisibleStealingGhostFancyFlashInheritancePalacesGraveyardCoffinsUneasyTollsLonesomeHoveringShroudsRoadsideCurfewDankFestering Book:The Ballad of Babie Bell, and Other Poems Source: The Ballad of Babie Bell, and Other Poems
