GHOST. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade A. POPE. What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, B. JONSON. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night SHAKESPEARE. And then it started, like a guilty thing 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 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! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow ! Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. Unreal mockery, hence! GLORY. Glory is like a circle in the water, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light. The White Devil, Act v. Sc. 1. J. WEBSTER. We rise in glory, as we sink in pride: Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG. The glory dies not, and the grief is past. On the Death of Sir Walter Scott. SIR S. BRYDGES. GOD. What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say, That, in powerful language, felt, not heard, Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all, Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. J. THOMSON. The Somewhat which we name but cannot know, Its quenchless flashings forth, which ever show W. WATSON. A Deity believed, is joy begun ; Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG. Thou, my all! My theme! my inspiration! and my crown! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth!-my world! Or fathom thy profound of love to man! DR. E. YOUNG. |