The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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To find in your bed, On the pillow, instead
Of the sweet face you look for--A SARACEN'S HEAD! POMPEY'S GHOST: THOMAS HOOD 'Twas twelve o'clock, not twelve at night, But twelve o'clock at noon; Because the sun was shining bright And not the silver moon. A proper time for friends to call, Or pots, or penny-post; When lo! as Phoebe sat at work, She saw her Pompey's ghost! Now when a female has a call From people that are dead, Like Paris ladies, she receives Her visitors in bed. But Pompey's spirit would not come Like spirits that are white, Because he was a Blackamoor, And wouldn't show at night! But of all unexpected things That happen to us here, The most unpleasant is a rise In what is very dear. So Phoebe screamed an awful scream |
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