...guess, Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife and perfect in my list'ning ear ; Yet naught but single darkness do I find. What might this be...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...

...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 wildernesses. Line 221. Was...

...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 wildernesses. Milton. HONOUR...

...end, In thy dark lanthorn thus close up the stars, That nature hung in Heaven, and filled their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought hut single darkness do I find. What might this he ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory,...

...end, In thy dark lanthorn thus close up the stars That Nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts...

...end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars That Nature hung in Heaven, and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...traveller ? This is the place, as well as I may guess, AVhence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife and perfect in my list'ning ear ; Yet naught but...

...end, In thy dark lanthoru thus close up the stars That Nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...traveller ? This is the place, as well as I may guess, \\liencc even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but...

...Whenee even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfeet in my listening ear ; Yet nought hut single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A...thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of ealling shapes, afld beekoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands,...

...fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller ? 200 This is the place, as well as I may guess, Whence...I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies 205 Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And aery tongues...

...end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stare, That Nature hung in heaven, ami,filled their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Y«t nought hut single darkness do I find. What might this Iw ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng...