E. H. Miller, frontispiece to The spectral feast, by Harriet Newell Ralston, Washington D.C., 1878.
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The tresses of beauty shall twine
With serpents that lurk in the wine…
Illustration by E. H. Miller, From The spectral feast, by Harriet Newell Ralston, Washington D.C., 1878.
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Ah! quickly the spirit of evil then sped
To cast his foul net over Infancy’s bed…
Illustration by E. H. Miller, From The spectral feast, by Harriet Newell Ralston, Washington D.C., 1878.
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The scene was wild - in caverns dread
And peopled with spectred dead…
Illustration by E. H. Miller, From The spectral feast, by Harriet Newell Ralston, Washington D.C., 1878.
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So while amid the shadows dim
We quaff the wine from beaker’s brim,
We’ll drink one toast to memory,
And hold again high revelry!
Illustration by E. H. Miller, From The spectral feast, by Harriet Newell Ralston, Washington D.C., 1878.
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