Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce: Where Homer's Spright did tremble all for grief, And curse the access of that celestial thief."
"A History of English Literature Elizabethan Literature"
George Saintsbury
A fine young Spright was Rudolph now, with jet-black hair and eyes like coals.
"The Fairies and the Christmas Child"
Lilian Gask
They had, though labouring incessantly apart, built up a ghost which was in no fear of glimmering or dissolution; and now Berthold Tours, Spright of another element of sentimental, I should say continental mythical music, upon the scene springs with his amazing apparatus of staves and octaves, aiding the chef-de-musique and his trained voices to make sound within the very presence chamber of Divine Worship this phantasmagoria of Teuton intellectualism!
"Original Letters and Biographic Epitomes"
J. Atwood.Slater