Oliver Farrar Emerson, The Earliest English Translations of Bürger's Lenore… (1915)
“ The pale steed, on which the lover mounts with his mistress—the flying backward to right and left of woods, rocks, mountains, plains, and towns, by the speed of travel, and overhead the scudding back of the moon and stars—the creeping train of the swarthy funeral, chanting the death-psalm, like toads croaking from the dark and lonely moors—the transformation of the knight to a bony and eyeless skeleton—the vanishing of the death-horse, breathing charnel-fires, then thinning to smoke, and paling and bleaching away to nothing—are grand additions to the terrific graces of the ancient song. ”
