 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1851 - 352 σελίδες
...separated by a fell enchanter's art from her brothers, feels no dread, even while she exclaims : — u * A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1852 - 256 σελίδες
...circumstances, conducts the humble and teachable wanderer. Thus says the Lady : — " What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | 1852 - 874 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. hVhat this might be ? beckoning shadows dire, Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog ill And aery tongues, that syllable men's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 420 σελίδες
...consequence, as we cannot exactly tell what it is we behold, or what is to be apprehended from it : — " A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that sellable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - 372 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And aery tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desart... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 σελίδες
...take, A thousand dreams, fantastical and light, With fluttering wings do keep her still awake. Daoies. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names, And sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - 380 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be \ A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And aery tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desart... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 σελίδες
...Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife and perfect in my listening ear ; What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names, On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 σελίδες
...rife and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single dj-kness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 644 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this he ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
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What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. 
