They hanged John Farrel in the dawn amid the marketplace; At dusk came Adam Brand to him and spat upon his face. “Ho neighbors all,” spake Adam Brand, “see ye John Farrel’s fate! “Tis proven here a hempen noose is… Read More ›
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“November Night” by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen. . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night” Related Posts: – “The Return” – Silent Sundays: The Magic of Halloween (1912) – “Burning the Old Year”
“Hallows’ E’en” by Winifred M. Letts
“Hallows’ E’en” by Winifred M. Letts The girls are laughing with the boys, and gaming by the fire, They’re wishful, every one of them, to see her heart’s desire, Twas Thesie cut the barnbrack and found the ring inside, Before… Read More ›
The Year of Halloween 