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Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
 Why, so can I, or so can any man;
 But will they come when you do call for them?  
 Why, so can I, or so can any man;
 But will they come when you do call for them? 
 What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
 Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?  
 What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
 Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 
 All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,
 All intellect, all sense, and as they please
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 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. 
Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
 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? 
 Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
 Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
  That walks at read more 
 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, (strange to tell!)
    Evanishes at crowing of the cock. 
 A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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 A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
 In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
  A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
   The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
    Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
     As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
       Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
        Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. 
 My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
 A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
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 My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
 A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
  A noise of falling weights that never fell,
   Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand,
    Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door,
     And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
      And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
       Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.