spirit

And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; 🔊

An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; 🔊

'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest: 🔊

The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. 🔊

The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, 🔊

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