 | John Milton - 1839 - 496 lapas
...list'ning ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies 205 Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes,...airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound 210 The virtuous... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 lapas
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What this might 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... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 456 lapas
...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,...And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses." Burke observes upon obscurity, that it is necessary to make anything... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1843 - 592 lapas
...time ; No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity : ' [v. 432.] see the whole passage in the first scene of the two Brothers....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... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 lapas
...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 lapas
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Yet nought tut 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 lapas
...and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ! Л 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 lapas
...rife and perfect in my list'ning ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be IA mpbell bcck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert... | |
 | 1847 - 526 lapas
...— Why so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come, when you do call for them ? SHAKSPEARE. 4. 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 lapas
...rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ! Z @V 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 beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. 
