C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Spirits
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Beautiful spirit, with thy hair of light and dazzling eyes of glory!
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.
Spirits live insphered, in regions mild, of calm and serene air.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
There is an evil spirit continually active and intent to seduce.
Without the notion and allowance of spirits, our philosophy will be lame and defective in one main part of it.
He had been indulging in fanciful speculations on spiritual essences until he had an ideal world of his own around him.
Whither are they vanished? Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted, as breath into the wind.
How must a spirit, late escaped from earth, the truth of things new blazing in its eyes, look back astonished on the ways of men, whose lives’ whole drift is to forget their graves!
Wicked spirits may by their cunning carry further in a seeming confederacy or subserviency to the designs of a good angel.
For my own part, I am apt to join in the opinion with those who believe that all the regions of Nature swarm with spirits, and that we have multitudes of spectators on all our actions when we think ourselves most alone.
Whether dark presages of the night proceed from any latent power of the soul during her abstraction, or from any operation of subordinate spirits, has been a dispute.