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Mar 8, 2021 · “Der Vampyr” by Heinrich August Ossenfelder (1748) Originally written in German by the poet Heinrich Ossenfelder, “Der Vampyr” is generally considered to be the first well-known poem to take as its subject the vampire, though it does so metaphorically.
Oct 25, 2023 · The Vampyre (1810) by John Stagg: One of the first literary vampire poems, it tells of a young man’s encounter with a local vampire myth in an English countryside, including vivid descriptions of the undead creature rising from its tomb.
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May 17, 2024 · To make your bed and your domain. Of my humiliated mind. – Infamous bitch to whom I’m bound. Like the convict to his chain, Like the stubborn gambler to the game, Like the drunkard to his wine, Like the maggots to the corpse, – Accurst, accurst be you! I begged the swift poniard.
His footsteps sift into the lift. As a knife in the sheath is slipped, Stealthy and swift into the lift. As a vampire into a crypt. Old Maxie, the elevator boy, Was reading an ode by Shelley, But he dropped the ode as it were a toad. When the gun jammed into his belly. There came a whisper as soft as mud.
But first, on earth as vampire sen… Thy corse shall from its tomb be r… Then ghastly haunt thy native plac… And suck the blood of all thy race… There from thy daughter, sister, w…
May 1, 2020 · The first vampire poem was Ossenfelder’s ‘Der Vampir’ – a tale of warning, lust and dark desires in which the speaker tries to wheedle past his beloved’s moral rejection of his sexual advances. The only option, for him, is to turn vampire and teach her how futile her mother’s teachings really are….
Mar 10, 2011 · The Vampire by Rudyard Kipling. A fool there was and he made his prayer. (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair. (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair. (Even as you and I!) Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste. And the work of our head and hand,
