 | Max Ring - 1868 - 330 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening 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 beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John T. Watson - 1869 - 524 σελίδες
...deep. — Why so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come, when you do call for them ? SHAKSPEARE, 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... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 σελίδες
...opes the palace of eternity. Line 13. Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. z,w i03. 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1871 - 544 σελίδες
...appearance, and then It beckoned him to go away with it As if it some impartment did desire To hi 1n alone. The ghost of the unfortunate lady imparted...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... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 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... | |
 | David Pryde - 1871 - 190 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 airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1871 - 530 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 airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 σελίδες
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet naught but single darkness do I find. What might this be ? d and Company beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1872 - 568 σελίδες
...and perfet in my list'ning ear, 5^ 'Yet nought but single darkness do I find. J What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - 1873 - 606 σελίδες
...perfect in my listening ear, . . , I, 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 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. 
