Manfred, by Lord Byron, is a chamber drama. It is written in the form of a play but it was never meant to be staged. It might be read by a solitary reader, or perhaps read out loud by a few friends after dinner, in a candlelit drawing room. This excerpt from the opening reflects…
31 Days of Halloween – October 19
After visiting Poe’s grave at Westminster Hall and Burying Ground, we walked the few blocks to Amity Street and were guests in his humble home. He lived at the address from 1833-35. His grandmother received a widow’s pension as the surviving wife of a Revolutionary War solider. She, an aunt, two cousins and Poe all lived in the tiny house.
31 Days of Halloween – October 17
Poems for Halloween A gypsy fire is on the hearth, Sign of the carnival of mirth; Through the dun fields and from the glade Flash merry folk in masquerade, For this is Halloween! -Unknown A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly…
31 Days of Halloween – October 16
Images from the Library of Congress archives
31 Days of Halloween – October 15
A sad, wistful poem, from the midst of WWI, for today’s post. Hallow-E’en, 1915 Winifred M. Letts Will you come back to us, men of our hearts, to-night In the misty close of the brief October day? Will you leave the alien graves where you sleep and steal away To see the gables and eaves…