 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 - About this book
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 pages
...give due light To the misled and lonely 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 single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies... | |
 | Raymond Dexter Havens - English poetry - 1922 - 746 pages
...266. Lycidas, 41. Ib. iv. 364-3. Hyperion, i. 166-7. PL x. 272. Endymion, iv. 650-4. Hyperion, ii. 13. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory,...shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues thai syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. And the grass, therewith besprent,... | |
 | Languages, Modern - 1850 - 1438 pages
...SB, je^t playful fagt. ÎJafi tern nlfo, erbeflt bcfonter« ano ioiilton: This is the place AYhcnce even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife and perfect in my listening ear. SBeurtbeihuiflfn mit furjí ?ln}eigen. 97 Serfebít tft ttí lleber|e&ung ton to crossbite, „iiber'í... | |
 | David Daiches - 1979 - 304 pages
...of Phoebus' wain. But she senses the presence of Comus, and the movement of the verse changes again: 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 - 1926 - 360 pages
...Was rife, andperfet in my lisJ'ning ear, Yet nought but single darbies do Ijind. What might this he? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable mens names On Sands, andShoars, and desert Wildernesses.... | |
 | Peter C. Herman - History - 1996 - 294 pages
...the Lady signifies the precise opposite. Alone in the woods, her imagination begins to assail her: 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... | |
 | Charles Dickens - Fiction - 1998 - 502 pages
...tongues that syllable men's names Milton, Comus (A Maske presented at Ludlow-castle, 1634), 205-9: '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 Shears, and desert... | |
 | John Milton - English literature - 2003 - 1012 pages
...due light To the misled and lonely traveller? MO 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 ear,0 Yet nought but single darkness do I findWhat might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng... | |
 | David Louis Sedley - Skepticism in literature - 2005 - 224 pages
...Lady's soliloquy. Alone and lost in the woods, she momentarily loses and then regains her composure: 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.... | |
 | MaryJanice Davidson - Fiction - 2005 - 260 pages
...forget the human race, And hating no one, love but only her! —Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 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.... | |
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