The bell upon the roof that had told the tale of murder to the midnight wind, became a very phantom whose voice would raise the listener's hair on end; and every leafless bough that nodded to another, had its stealthy whispering of the crime.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
The absence of the soul is far more terrible in a living man than in a dead one.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
All things pass. Only remain cosmic force and matter, ever in flux, ever acting and reacting and realizing the eternal types—the priest, the soldier, and the king. Out of the mouths of babes comes the wisdom of all the ages. Some will fight, some will rule, some will pray; and all the rest will toil and suffer sore while on their bleeding carcasses is reared again, and yet again, without end, the amazing beauty and surpassing wonder of the civilized state.
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The Scarlet Plague
by
Jack London
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you?"
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
by
William Shakespeare
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
by
William Shakespeare
And yet this house in the square, that seemed precisely similar to its fifty ugly neighbours, was as a matter of fact entirely different—horribly different.
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The Empty House
by
Algernon Blackwood
He understood now why the world was strange, why horses galloped furiously, and why trains whistled as they raced through stations. All the comedy and terror of nightmare gripped his heart with pincers made of ice.
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The Other Wing
by
Algernon Blackwood
It used to puzzle him that, after dark, someone would look in round the edge of the bedroom door, and withdraw again too rapidly for him to see the face.
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The Other Wing
by
Algernon Blackwood