Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,—
In the wan moon’s silver ray
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Fond of cellar, barn, or stack
True unto the almanac,
They present to credulous eyes
Strange hobgoblin mysteries.
Cabbage-stumps—straws wet with dew—
Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,
And a mirror for some lass
Show what wonders come to pass.
Doors they move, and gates they hide
Mischiefs that on moonbeams ride
Are their deeds,—and, by their spells,
Love records its oracles.
Don’t we all, of long ago
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
In the kitchen and the hall,
Those queer, coof-like pranks recall?
Every shadows were they then—
But to-night they come again;
Were we once more but sixteen
Precious would be Hallowe’en.
Joel Benton
ur "The Book of Hallowe’en", 1919
Sad Ghost of Nothingness – Small, 2014
bronsskulptur
Ghost Ribbons, 2013
Sean Dawson
Abstract Portrait: 'Servants of the Ghost'
David Hibbert
The Ghost of a Flea
William Blake
John Varley – an artist, astrologer and close friend of Blake – reported in his 'Treatise on Zodiacal Physiognomy' (1882) that Blake was once visited by the ghost of a flea and that ‘This spirit visited his imagination in such a figure as he never anticipated in an insect.’ While drawing the spirit it told the artist that all fleas were inhabited by the souls of men who were ‘by nature bloodthirsty to excess’.
Marshal Peng Dehuai and his hungry ghosts, 2007
Hallowe’en Charm
Fern seed, hemp seed, water of the well,
Bark of wizard hazel-wand, berry of the bay,
Let the fairy gifts of you mingle with the spell,
Guard the precious life and soul of him that’s far away!
Oak slip, thorn slip, crystal of the dew,
Morsel of his native earth, shoot of mountain pine,
Lend his arm the strength of you, let his eye be true,
Send him like the thunderbolt to break the foeman’s line!
Rose leaf, elm leaf, kernel of the wheat,
Airy waft of thistledown, feather of the wren,
Bring him peace and happiness, let his dream be sweet,
Take my secret thought to him and call him home again!
Small Garden Ghost,1929
Ghosts and Cats, omkring 1902
Lyonel Feininger
Ghosts
Ghost
Doors and Ghosts, 1983
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Ghost, 2015
Sergey Kalinin
I Nils Celsius "Sambling af svenske ordspråk", 1708, kan man hitta: "Korss och kröke, gud beware oss wäll för Spöke, som påminner mig om den skotska bönen:
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
ghost face, 2017
Sarah Cain
All Souls’ Night, 1917
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
Hortense King Flexner
