if you less provoked your fears, No more my spectre-form appears.

[Footnote G: Compare 'The Prelude', book v. l. 448: 'At last, the dead man, 'mid that beauteous scene Of trees and hills and water, bolt upright Rose, with his ghastly face, a spectre shape Of terror.

Full many a dismal tale was told, Of that fam'd spectre ship; And none were ever known so bold To watch this nightly trip.

Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war, II.

Thy stone, O Sysiphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon the wheel, And the pale spectres dance!

I heard it drop into the sea, With a heavy splashing sound, And I saw the captain's bloody hands As he quickly turned him round; And he drew in his breath when me he saw Like one convulsed, whom the withering awe Of a spectre doth astound.

For spectre-fishes in the stream.

Fierce the father and grim with want, His heart is gnawed by the spectres gaunt.

But when the beat of the unseen feet Sounds by night through the stormy street, Follow thou where the spectres glide; Stand like Hope by the mother's side; And be thyself the angel sent To shield the hapless and innocent.

blow, thou weird wind, till the clouds be rent, And starlight glimmer through the riven seams, Scatter their darkness like the mist of dreams, Till all the fleeting, spectre-gloom be spent, And the bright Future gem the firmament.

Or, panting like the ocean, when a dream Of storm awakes her:Heaven and Earth are still; In radiant loveliness the stars pursue Their pilgrimage, while moonlight's wizard hand Throws beauty, like a spectre light, on all.

Non; et sont-ce des statues? Non. C'est de la chimère et de l'horreur, vêtues D'airain, et, des bas-fonds de ce monde puni, Faisant une menace obscure à l'infini; Devant cette impassible et morne chevauchée, L'âme tremble et se sent des spectres approchée, Comme si l'on voyait la halte des marcheurs Mystérieux que l'aube efface en ses blancheurs.

The boy probably understood that it was a spectre-play of some sort; but this was nothing to be afraid of, thought he.

"I see the ghastly spectre rise, "Whose blood is cold, whose hollow eyes "Seem from his head to start "With upright hair, and shiv'ring heart, Dark

No more of love the tender strain, Falls on her list'ning ear, In lifeher joy, was turn'd to pain, Her hopegave place to fear. 'Tis then, that dread laments they hear, Who pass by night that way; Which the scar'd traveller, so clear, Hears till returning day; When re-embarks sad Isabel, That spectre shade so fair; Then dashing in the water's swell, She vanishes in air.

"Knowing what you know by experience, suppose you hint to any one inclined to spectre-shooting, that he runs the risk of killing a live man, and having two ghosts on his hands,the ghost of the poor devil shot, and one of himself hanged for murder.

A ghost-peopled dusk was crawling over the devastation and desolation that is Vimy, and in the distance the bare bones of St. Eloy loomed like a spectre skeleton against the frosty after-glow.

The horrid spectre stopt; and left a wide interval between itself and the retiring host.

So silent is the place and cold, So far from human ken, It hath a look that makes me old, And spectres time again.

These ghosts frequently appear by night to the living, and very often on the public highways; but if the traveller is not frightened, the spectre vanishes.

Then the awe of divine vengeance deepened these shadows of the soul till he became moody and melancholy, walking hither and thither without an object, and in secluded places, looking fearfully around him as if he expected every moment the spectre visitor of the morning to appear before him.

the spectre-pictures float, Like rafts behind the towing boat: Now reach'd the shore, in close array, Like armies drill'd in Homer's day, When marching on to meet the foe, By bucklers hid from top to toe, They move along the dusky fields, A grizly troop of painted shields:

The spectre army fades Far up the glimmering hill, But, vaguely lingering still, A group of shuddering shades Infects the pallid air, Growing dimmer as day invades The hush of the dusky square.

The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark; 200 With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

Thus check'd, in sullen mood they sped, Nor more on either side was said; Nor aught the dismal silence broke, Save only when the boatman's stroke, Deep-whizzing through the wave was heard, And now and then a spectre-bird, Low-cow'ring, with a hungry scream.