 | John Milton - 1855 - 564 σελίδες
...and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. AY hut 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 desert... | |
 | Harvey Buckland - 1856 - 190 σελίδες
...Delight intense is taken by rebound; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast. Young. CLOUDS OP THE BRAIN. 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 Bartlett - 1856 - 660 σελίδες
...villatic fowl. COMUS. Line 5. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth. Line 205 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 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 desert... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 σελίδες
...bodily sight, the dark cloud •which had dimmed the sky brightening with sudden moonlight : — " 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 desert wildernesses.... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 σελίδες
...rife and perfect in my list'ning ear ; Yet naught but single darkness do I find. 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... | |
 | John Milton, James Montgomery - 1861 - 548 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. "Wbat 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 desert... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1861 - 178 σελίδες
...Where, kneeling, I my fancy's chalice fill ; Then, waking, sigh for the swift-vanish'd stream. (Sarfon " A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dim, And airy tongues that syllable men's names." MILTON. " In him the pure well-head... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 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 desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1863 - 140 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my list'ning 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 beck'ning shadows dire, S', r¡virf èffirépa Сovвcirтepoч <f>oißov, ffт>врапroч ¿¿ч... | |
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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. 
