spright

But fayrest she, when so she doth display The gate with pearles and rubyes richly dight, Throgh which her words so wise do make their way, To beare the message of her gentle spright.

From The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 5 by Edmund Spenser

What e're thou be, Be'st thou her spright, or some divinitie, That in her shape thinks good to walk this grove, Pardon poor Perigot.

From The Faithful Shepherdess The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10). by Francis Beaumont

I should conjecture that the very spright that “the green sour ringlets makes Whereof the ewe not bites” had manufactured it of the dew fallen on said sour ringlets.

From Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends by John Keats

This is no common man with whom I fight, And if he be, he is of wond'rous spright.

From A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 7 by Various

O thou, the love of whom doth fill my heart and overflow, Even      when wine, with water mixed, fills up the brimming bowl, O thou for whom desire torments my body and my spright!

From The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume I by John Payne