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Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
 Is this a dagger which I see before me,
 The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
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 Is this a dagger which I see before me,
 The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee!
  I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
   Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
    To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
     A dagger of the mind, a false creation
      Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
       I see thee yet, in form as palpable
        As this which now I draw. 
 For spirits when they please
 Can either sex assume, or both.  
 For spirits when they please
 Can either sex assume, or both. 
 I look for ghosts; but none will force
 Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
  That even read more 
 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. 
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
 Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
 And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!  
 Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
 And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us! 
 What are these,
 So withered and so wild in their attire
  That took not like th' inhabitants read more 
 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? 
 The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, 
followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord 
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 The unexpected disappearance of Mr. Canning from the scene, 
followed by the transient and embarrassed phantom of Lord 
Goderich. 
 So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
 Have started from their graves to-night,
  They have driven sleep read more 
 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.