Add to ORKGAs I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and see the awful spirits which peopled it on moonlit nights long ago in my childhood imagination. The moonlight, which must filter through the broad leaves of the sycamore outside my window and penetrate the draperies before it reached my bedroom, gave only a lukewarm illumination by the time it reached its destination, for each obstacle had captured a part of its strength
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
She had been seriously ill. For a few days it made no difference that it was autumn, one of the most...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
the house with the light burns all night. it seems to be empty: she never hears or sees anyone comin...
Night reached greedy fingers across a leaden sky. In the west, a sullen November sunset faded into a...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
The man rolled over in bed and woke up. He opened his eyes slowly and carefully and immediately clos...
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale r...
Nancy McIntire lay quite still in the great four-poster bed. Her tiny shrivelled frame was huddled b...
People are shapes, and things are shadows; places a blur, and faces a blank. All people sleep someti...
She beckoned to me, and with much apprehension I entered the door of the shabby unpainted house. Ins...
It is dusk, almost dark: the fire flies are glowing intermittently as they flit over the wheat stubb...
I know you as you walk among my rooms,Your head turned thus, your shoulders moving so, Your hands ma...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
She had been seriously ill. For a few days it made no difference that it was autumn, one of the most...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
the house with the light burns all night. it seems to be empty: she never hears or sees anyone comin...
Night reached greedy fingers across a leaden sky. In the west, a sullen November sunset faded into a...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
The man rolled over in bed and woke up. He opened his eyes slowly and carefully and immediately clos...
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale r...
Nancy McIntire lay quite still in the great four-poster bed. Her tiny shrivelled frame was huddled b...
People are shapes, and things are shadows; places a blur, and faces a blank. All people sleep someti...
She beckoned to me, and with much apprehension I entered the door of the shabby unpainted house. Ins...
It is dusk, almost dark: the fire flies are glowing intermittently as they flit over the wheat stubb...
I know you as you walk among my rooms,Your head turned thus, your shoulders moving so, Your hands ma...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
She had been seriously ill. For a few days it made no difference that it was autumn, one of the most...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..