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. Comus: A Mask - Page 17by John Milton - 1858 - 90 pagesFull view
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John Milton - Poetry - 2006 - 92 pages
...give due light To the misled and lonely traveller? This is the place, as well as I may guess, Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning...