. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ED HOUSE The wind plays in litful gushesAs the water along rushes;The owls coo-hoot vibrates afarAnd out upon the nerves doth jar. The haunted house was an old castle on the banksof the St. Johns river, and was the abode of outlaws,where the unwary were allured, and either robbed andkilled, or else robbed and rowed far down the river, andleft to wander along its densely wooded shores, withonly the winds weird melody as company and the owlslone coo-hoot. Ah, yes, their souls were steeped in crime,They did not worship the sublime
. The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems. ED HOUSE The wind plays in litful gushesAs the water along rushes;The owls coo-hoot vibrates afarAnd out upon the nerves doth jar. The haunted house was an old castle on the banksof the St. Johns river, and was the abode of outlaws,where the unwary were allured, and either robbed andkilled, or else robbed and rowed far down the river, andleft to wander along its densely wooded shores, withonly the winds weird melody as company and the owlslone coo-hoot. Ah, yes, their souls were steeped in crime,They did not worship the sublime,But bowed before a pagan god,In deeper crime they onward trod. PRELUDE TO THE HAUNTED HOUSE Soap suds foam as snow,Now a toy roosters crow;Electric wire insectsGreat genius reflects. People grim ghost can beIn a house near the sea;The knight was Capt. NemoWho a bugle did blow. A rich woman and childWere once herein policeman rode byAnd heard their wild cry. His daring saved the is just how I knewThis weird story so wellAnd it truly can THE HAUNTED HOUSE 67 THE HAUNTED HOUSE Shadowy forms flit ever to and fro,Solemn is the midnight chickens crow;Moonbeams stream faintly through the tall treesWhile laden with fragrance is the breeze. The ghost-like shadows flit out and in,Hark ! what is that great clatter and din?And now a piercing scream rends the airAs ghostly phantoms flit from their lair. At the windows dim lights can be seen,At one, a knight, all arrayed in green;A great scabbard clashes at his side;Now horsemen down the avenue ride. Winged insects whirl and whiz Around,And patches of snow lay over the ground,Melting almost as fast as it falls,A brave mans brow at the sight palls. List! shuffling of dancing feet is a warble from some foreign bird;Now ten thousand and one voices clatterAnd in the Spanish language chatter Some quaint weird verses to their image god;Jailer stands oer victim with lifted rod,A sweet voice screams forth in pla
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