"Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowsel; While night's black agents to their preys do rouse."
We here at the Land of Cerpts and Honey rouse ourselves from our coffins once again to the arrival of October and the new Countdown to Halloween. Now in my third decade of doing these (Wow!), I'm pretty much going to keep things in the same (jugular) vein: reporting on a spooky movie a day throughout the month of October. I invite you to stop on by with your trick-or-treat bags open and I'll drop in a movie review for Halloween viewing. Hope to see your gruesome masked faces all month long.
It is said that the Spirits of buried men
Oft come to this wicked world again;
That the churchyard turf is often trod
By the unlaid tenants of tomb and sod.
That the midnight sea itself is swept
By those who have long beneath it slept.
And they say of this old, mossy wood
Whose hoary trunks have for ages stood
That every knoll and dim-lit glade
Is haunted at night by its restless Shade.
-- Isaac McLellan
From the Haunted Wood
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| Harry Clarke |
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| Arthur Rackham |
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| Edmund Dulac |
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| Gustave Dore |
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| Joseph Anton Koch |
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| Virgil Finlay |
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