“When the footpads quail at the night-bird’s wail, and black dogs bay at the moon, Then is the specters’ holiday—then is the ghosts’ high noon! Sir William S. Gilbert
“Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“The sun’s rim dips, the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o’er the sea Off shot the specter bark. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. William Shakespeare
“Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at New styles of architecture, a change of heart. W. H. Auden