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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Goblin Under the Stair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was seven, or maybe eight<br>My father left when my mother died, <br>He said he'd take me when he came back, <br>He said he would, but my father lied! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to live in the Bailiwick<br>Of Nether Dearth, in a Castle there, <br>And every night as the clock did tick<br>I heard the Goblin, under the stair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd rasp his nails on the old stone wall<br>And make the stairs in the passage creak, <br>And then he'd let out a tiny moan<br>While I lay trembling under the sheet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd gone to live with a maiden Aunt<br>Who kept a dwarf as a servant there, <br>His name was Hob, and he'd say: ‘I can't! '<br>Whatever we asked; ‘It's just not fair! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘It wasn't fair' that he chopped the wood<br>To feed the fire in the ancient hall, <br>‘It wasn't fair' that he made the tea<br>Whenever my Aunt put on her shawl! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I'm much too small for the heavy jobs, '<br>He'd say, and handed the axe to me, <br>Then wandered down to the orchard, where<br>He'd sit in the shade of an apple tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘My Aunt said, ‘God, you're a lazy Hob, <br>Get back to work or you're gone from here! '<br>He'd pull a face, and he'd try to sob, <br>But she'd go in, and she'd pack his gear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day I mentioned the Goblin there, <br>He shook all over, his face was white, <br>‘You lie! There isn't a Goblin here! '<br>‘I think you're wrong - but I hope you're right! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘He comes at night when the moon is dim<br>And sits right under the castle stair, <br>Then moans and mutters, he sounds quite grim, <br>And sometimes shrieks as he claws the air! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I've heard him tearing that tapestry, <br>The one that hangs in the cobweb room, <br>The one that no-one's supposed to see, <br>It's always shuttered, and filled with gloom.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘You mean, ' said Hob, and his face collapsed<br>His eyes bugged out in a fit of fear, <br>‘The picture sewn on that mouldy rag<br>Is a portrait of Edward Glastonbury! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then he snivelled, and then he cried: <br>‘That Goblin's coming on after me! <br>My grandfather was three foot four, <br>That same, that Edward Glastonbury! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He waged a war on the Faery Folk<br>And the Goblins in the neighbourhood, <br>He rode abroad and he practiced spells, <br>And chased them all to the Underwood! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I thought they'd all died out by now, <br>But if you're right, there's one abroad, <br>I'll have to tackle the stairs tonight<br>And slay the Goblin, with my sword! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night, the muttering started late, <br>The moon was hidden behind a cloud, <br>The moaning kept me alert, awake, <br>But then the shrieks, and the cries were loud! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ventured out to the passage stair<br>And there was Hob by the old hall stand, <br>The Goblin clung to his throat and back<br>And waved Hob's sword in his other hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hob ran shrieking, into the night<br>With the Goblin stuck to his back for good, <br>The screams they faded, and then they died, <br>They seemed to come from the Underwood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stayed a couple of years or more, <br>The mutters and moans were gone for good, <br>And Hob, wherever he toils and groans<br>Is down with the Goblins, chopping wood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">14 May 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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My father left when my mother died, 
He said he'd take me when he came back, 
He said he would, but my father lied! 

I went to live in the Bailiwick
Of Nether Dearth, in a Castle there, 
And every night as the clo..."></div>
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