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e2f7af1
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Where entity and quiddity,The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
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bde5f41
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Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
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2079e57
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For spirits when they pleaseCan either sex assume, or both.
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a752efd
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Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?
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4263496
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What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shadeInvites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
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884da47
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The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted deadDid squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
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377a94b
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There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave.To tell us this.
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af60dec
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Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand?
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18634ac
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A dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
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cf56500
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Ghosts don't do things to you. Ghosts make you do unspeakable things to yourself.
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4602a8b
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I kept on ignoring him. The dead are only ghosts, after all.
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ef38eb5
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The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
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7ec8de7
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Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
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