| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? |
| Benjamin Disraeli | The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord Goderich. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away; I will go down to the chapel and pray. |
| Homer | Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts. |
| John Milton | Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names. |
| John Milton | For spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. |
| John Milton | Whence and what are thou, execrable shape? |
| John Milton | All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare. |
| Joseph Addison | Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us! |
| Robert Blair | Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave; and, Evanishes at crowing of the cock. |
| Samuel Butler | Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she. |
| William Shakespeare | There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. |
| William Shakespeare | I can call spirits from the vasty deep. |
| William Shakespeare | Why, so can I, or so can any man, But will they come when you do call for them? |
| William Shakespeare | What are these, So withered and so wild in their attire That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth And yet are on't? |
| William Shakespeare | Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide. |
| William Wordsworth | I look for ghosts, but none will force Their way to me, 'tis falsely said That even there was intercourse Between the living and the dead. |
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