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 s ...

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, conde ...

For spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us!

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

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.

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 f ...

Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.