"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Author: shelidon

Who has ever occupied himself seriously with the investigation of the “night-side of Nature,” or studied the works of Theophrastus Paracelsus, and not become acquainted with the celebrated “Untersberg” (the “mountain of the lower world”) and its mysterious inhabitants, the fairies and gnomes? Like a...

Must these eyes no more behold thee, Eurydice? Shall these arms no more enfold thee, Eurydice? Alas! in dreams I sometimes meet thee, As we met ere Hades’ portal Closed between us; and I greet thee, Call thee mine, and deem thee mortal, Eurydice! Call thee mine as, hand in hand, We wander by the...

The wintry wind sweeps down the plain, The larches bend like rushes, The frost makes pictures on the pane, The torrent wears an icy chain, The babbling streamlet hushes. The silent lake is frozen o'er, One solid flat from shore to shore, Where every sledge its progress tells With merriment of silver bells...

Alfred McLelland Burrage, commonly known as A.M. Burrage, was a British writer born on July 1, 1889, in Hillingdon, Middlesex, England. He is best remembered for his ghost stories and supernatural fiction, though he began his career writing children's literature under the pseudonym Frank Lelland....