As when a child on some long winter's night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees With eager wond'ring and perturbed delight Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell; Or of those hags, who at the witching time Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell: Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear, Murdered by cruel Uncle's mandate fell: Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, Ev'n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS |