The air was filled with phantoms
, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went.
I have stood aside to see the phantoms
of those days go by me.
When Don Quixote saw the state he was in he said, "I have now come to the conclusion, good Sancho, that this castle or inn is beyond a doubt enchanted, because those who have so atrociously diverted themselves with thee, what can they be but phantoms
or beings of another world?
The airy phantoms
that flit before the distempered imaginations of some of its adversaries would quickly give place to the more substantial forms of dangers, real, certain, and formidable.
And as there had been only three of these Undead phantoms
around us in the night, I took it that there were no more of active Undead existent.
Through the open windows in the saloon I saw large fish terrified, passing like phantoms
in the water.
Across the willow-lake a temple shines, Pale, through the lotus-girdled isle of pines, And twilight listens to the drip of oars -- The coming of dark boats with scented stores Of orange seed; the mist leans from the hill, While palm leaves sway 'twixt wind and water chill, And waves of smoke like phantoms
rise and fade Into a trembling tangle of green jade.
Houses were no longer to be seen; trees appeared in the darkness like great black phantoms
chasing one another.
Here I have a garden laid out in such a way as to afford the fullest scope for the imagination, and furnished with thickly grown trees, beneath whose leafy screen a visionary like myself may conjure up phantoms
Smoke clouds went slowly and insolently across the fields like observant phantoms
Then does everything become more mysterious, the sky frowns with clouds, yellow leaves strew the paths at the edge of the naked forest, and the forest itself turns black and blue--more especially at eventide when damp fog is spreading and the trees glimmer in the depths like giants, like formless, weird phantoms
Achilles sprang to his feet, smote his two hands, and made lamentation saying, "Of a truth even in the house of Hades there are ghosts and phantoms
that have no life in them; all night long the sad spirit of Patroclus has hovered over head making piteous moan, telling me what I am to do for him, and looking wondrously like himself.