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Richard Cardwell postula que Espronceda habría visto The Castle Spectre (1797) de Matthew Gregory Lewis cuando estaba exiliado en Inglaterra en la década de 1830. Esta obra teatral todavía era popular, y en ella el personaje Osmond recuenta a Hassan un sueño de horror en que lo atrae una forma femenina:

I wandered through the low-browed caverns, where repose the reliques of my ancestors!... suddenly a female form glided along the vault.... I flew towards her, my arms were already unclosed to grasp her —when suddenly her figure changed, her face grew pale, a stream of blood gushed from her bosom.... “We meet again this night!” murmered her hollow voice! “Now rush to my arms, but first see what you have made of me! Embrace me, my bridegroom! We must never part again!” While speaking her form withered away: the flesh fell from her bones, her eyes burst from their sockets: a skeleton, loathesome and meagre, clasping me in her mouldering arms!... Her infected breath was mingled with mine; her rotting fingers pressed my hand, and my face was covered with her kisses!... And now blue dismal flames gleamed along the walls; “the tombs we rent asunder”, bands of fierce spectres rushed around me in frantic dance! Furiously they gnashed their teeth while they gazed upon me...