BOOK II. THE SPIRIT-WORLD.
Reading edition
Where the wan spectres walk eternal rounds.
Pope.
Miranda. What is’t? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:—But ’tis a spirit.
Shakspeare: Tempest.
Reading edition
Where the wan spectres walk eternal rounds.
Pope.
Miranda. What is’t? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:—But ’tis a spirit.
Shakspeare: Tempest.