“What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?”

—  Alexander Pope

Source: The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717), Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 1. Compare: "What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?", Ben Jonson, Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.

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eighteenth century English poet 1688–1744

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