What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,

Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.

The good he scorn'd

Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,

Not to return; or if it did, in visits

Like those of angels, short and far between.

Robert Blair (1699-1747): The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.

Unhand me, gentlemen.

By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,

And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,

In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,

Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost

That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,

No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,

Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 432.

To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost

Which blamed the living man.

Matthew Arnold (1822-1888): Growing Old.

  Ham.  There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark

But he's an arrant knave.

  Hor.  There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave

To tell us this.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much

That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade

Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.