“Squats on a toad-stool under a tree, a bodiless childfull of life in the gloom.”— Thomas Lovell Beddoes
“Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”— Shirley Jackson
“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry.”— Mervyn Peake
“And we were singing; and the moon shone faint, And in the ancient elms, the wind was heard, Murmuring, as of a ghostly multitude.”— Edwin Arlington Robinson