The form of the horse, cut out in black relief against the sky, was weird and ghostlike.

"It sure is a ghostlike place," remarked Stanley.

They were both ghostlike in their movements, and the dogs stood and watched them intently, ears erect, and with that gravity in their eyes which dogs wear when they are puzzled.

No faces of any kind now greeted him there; only trees confronted him, gaunt, ghostlike in the early morning mists.

This figure, almost indistinguishable, yet so steadfastly present at the stern of the little craft, appeared grim and ghostlike.

A forlorn bird here and there made a thin piping, as it flitted homelessly amid the bleached long grasses, and the frail silk of the milkweed pods came floating along ghostlike on the evening breeze.

Ghostlike, Sarah's white form emerged from the darkness of the room, and stood on the threshold of the window.

Yet as the harp may, tremulous, combine Low ghostlike sounds with organ's loudest tone, Let not my music fear to come to thine: Thy heart, with organ-tempests of its own, Will hear Aeolian sighs from thin chords blown.

Strange lights from pale moony Memory lie On the weedy columns beneath its eye; And strange is the sound of the ghostlike breeze, In the lingering leaves on the skeleton trees; And strange is the sound of the falling shower, When the clouds of dead pain o'er the spirit lower; Unheard in the home he inhabiteth, The land where all lost things are gathered by Death.

Suddenly there was an eager scramble, a cloud of dust, a swift impression of dim ghostlike figures.

Then, when the elusive form became ghostlike in the distance, Carmen went back to the house.

Nevertheless, the love that is strong as death, the jealousy that is cruel as the grave, goaded her to persevere; and so she flitted in his wake with a noiseless step, wonderfully gliding and ghostlike considering the solidity of her proportions.

Gleamed Napoleon's mournful eyes, Smouldering flames of sacrifice; Then his pallid, classic face Vanished ghostlike into space, And a dreary sense of woe Settled over Fontainebleau.

For a week or so the boy was kept locked up, but after that the Jew left him at liberty to wander about the house; which was a weird, ghostlike place, with the mouldering shutters fast closed, and no evidence from outside that it sheltered human creatures.

There races some swift Atalanta, with no apple to fall in her path but some soft and spotted oak-apple from an overhanging tree; there the Phantom, with a crew white and ghostlike in the distance, glimmers in and out behind the headlands, while yonder wherry glides lonely across the smooth expanse.

The puraus often seemed like banians, stretching far over the water in strange and ghostlike shapes, with twisting branches and gnarled trunks that in the obscurity gave a startling suggestion of the fetish growths of the ancients.

The beginning of each sentence was uttered in a rapid monotone, and towards the end it rose gradually till it ended in a prolonged, shrill wail, which floated overhead through the still air with an indescribably sad and ghostlike effect; heard at night, it would have thrilled one like the cry of the Banshee.

This idea is expressed in the following poeman acrostic, which he wrote for a friend some twenty years ago: Around my lonely hearth, to-night, Ghostlike the shadows wander: Now here, now there, a childish sprite, Earthborn and yet as angel bright, Seems near me as I ponder.

'Has any grasped the low grey mist which stands Ghostlike at eve above the sheeted lands.

It was not of this earth, but mysterious, ghostlike.

And yet there is some pain in wandering ghostlike among the scenes of his earlier pleasures.

His head had sunk down on his breast, and he sat there in the high-backed chair, one hand resting on each leather-covered arm, his pale face showing almost ghostlike against the dark background, and with the faint November light illumining the dark-circled eyes, the bloodless lips, and deeply frowning brow.

He had so surrounded himself and his crimes with mystery that it would take more than a country squire's slowly moving brain to draw aside that weird and ghostlike curtain which hid his evil deeds.

He was ghostlike and frightful in that fixed attitude, and Bog wished that he would move.

Uncanny the attack seemed to him, unreal and ghostlike.