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What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade? _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE. What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet_. B. JONSON. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. _King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE. MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. * * * * * LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. MACBETH. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? * * * * * The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. * * * * * Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with! * * * * * Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! _Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.
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