Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his especial hunting-ground,
We call him the INN-SPECTRE.
Of "Inspector Kobold", a spectre - Phantasmagoria (1869)
Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his especial hunting-ground,
We call him the INN-SPECTRE.
Of "Inspector Kobold", a spectre - Phantasmagoria (1869)