=Dobell=, Sydney. The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston. (In The Oxford Book of English Verse.)
A ballad unsurpassed in our literature for its weird suggestiveness.--_Richard Garnett._
She makes her immemorial moan, She keeps her shadowy kine; O, Keith of Ravelston, The sorrows of thy line!
=Drummond=, William Henry. The Last Portage. (In Wilfred Campbell's The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.)
An' oh! mon Dieu! w'en he turn hees head I'm seein' de face of my boy is dead.
=Eaton=, Arthur Wentworth Hamilton. The Phantom Light of the Baie des Chaleurs. (In T. H. Rand's A Treasury of Canadian Verse.)
This was the last of the pirate crew; But many a night the black flag flew From the mast of a spectre vessel sailed By a spectre band that wept and wailed For the wreck they had wrought on the sea, on the land, For the innocent blood they had spilt on the sand Of the Baie des Chaleurs.
=Field=, Eugene. The Peter-bird. (In his Songs and Other Verse.)
These are the voices of those left by the boy in the farmhouse, When, with his laughter and scorn, hatless and bootless and sockless, Clothed in his jeans and his pride, Peter sailed out in the weather, Broke from the warmth of his home into that fog of the devil, Into the smoke of that witch brewing her damnable porridge!
=Freneau=, Philip. The Indian Burying-ground. (In Stedman's American Anthology.)
By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews, In habit for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer--a shade.
=Graves=, Alfred Perceval. The Song of the Ghost. (In Padric Gregory's Modern Anglo-Irish Verse.)
O hush your crowing, both grey and red, Or he'll be going to join the dead; O cease from calling his ghost to the mould And I'll come crowning your combs with gold.
=Guiney=, Louise Imogen. Peter Rugg, the Bostonian. (In Warner's Library of the World's Best Literature, v. 41.)
Upon those wheels on any path The rain will follow loud, And he who meets that ghostly man Will meet a thunder-cloud. And whosoever speaks with him May next bespeak his shroud.
=Harte=, Francis Bret. A Greyport Legend.
Still another phantom ship, a treacherous hulk that broke from its moorings and drifted with a crew of children into the fog.