by Riane Bayne, MFA student in the Department of English and RBSC student worker
For this year’s Halloween post, a trio of 19th century works has been conjured, all haunting and haggard in their settings.
We begin our venture with a quintessentially Gothic poet, Edgar Allan Poe, and his 1839 poem, “The Haunted Palace,” plucked from the second volume of The works of the late Edgar Allan Poe: with notices of his life and genius (1850). Initially written six years prior to his more famous supernatural jaunt, “The Raven” (1845), Poe’s palace utilizes the image of splendor lost to time and decay to depict the effects of a discordant mind:
“But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn !—for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate !)
And round about his home the glory
that blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.” (29-30)


Sailing in from the south wind is The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.


Written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and initially published in The Lyrical Ballads (1798), this nautical-gothic poem was featured in the genre-defining work compiled in collaboration with fellow Romantic poet, William Wordsworth.
The poem opens with the mariner telling the story of this fateful journey through the waters of the Antarctic told to a young man before his wedding.
Initially, all things seemed to be at ease with only an albatross flying overhead for countless days, its presence carrying a particular sign of good luck for their voyage. This peace is eventually extinguished when the then disillusioned mariner needlessly kills the bird, acting as the catalyst for a ghostly presence to descend upon the ship.

In the 1889 edition pictured above, Gustave Doré’s accompanying illustrations present the two spectres, Death and “The Nightmare LIFE-IN-DEATH” playing for the lives of the entire crew, and with the roll of the dice, the Nightmare announces:
“The game is done! I’ve won, I’ve won!”
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.” (197-198)
And so, the crew is sentenced to death with the ancient mariner left to venture home alone; taking this time to soak in the beauty of the pulsing sea after the curse is seemingly lifted.


Still haunted by this event, the mariner continues to recount the day:
“And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.” (584 – 590)


And like the mariner by the end of his rhyme, Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market (1862) emerges from the wild wood with a fanciful tale of temptation. Depicting a pair of sisters, Laura and Lizzie, wrestling with the allure and devastating effects of supernatural fruits touted by troops of Goblin men bustling about the glen. Pictured here with the 1893 edition, illustrated by Laurence Housmen, the Goblins curl and twist around one another, intermeshed and nearly hidden within the surrounding pastoral scene.
“Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
‘Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy…’ ” (1)


To close with an echo of the words of Rossetti’s Goblin men, come by, come by…to our haunted archive!
Happy Halloween to you and yours
from all of us in Notre Dame’s Special Collections!
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