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...as I may guess, " Whence, ev'n now, the tumult of loud mirth " Was rife, and perfect in my list'ning ear, " Yet nought but single darkness do I find. «'...thousand fantasies " Begin to throng into my memory, 259 " Of calling shapes and beck'ning shadows dire, «' And aery tongues, that syllable mens' names...

...end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars That Nature hung in heav'n, and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled...the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my list'ning ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies...

...fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller? 209 This is the. place, as well as I may guess, Whence even now the tumult of loud Mirth Was rife, tnd perfect in my list'ning ear, Yet sought but single darkness do I find. ^What might this be? A thousand...

...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 even now the tumult of lond mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear ;, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. AVhat...

...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...beckoning shadows. dire, And aery tongues, that syllable mens names On sands, and shores, and desart wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not...

...end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the-stars, That Nature hung in Heaven, and filFd their lamps With everlasting oil^ to give due light To the misled...loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear ; Vet nought hut single darkness do I find. What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng...