...even Silence Was took ere she was 'ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more ul'6 Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that mifiht create a soul Tinder the ribs of death; but oh ! erelong Too well I did perceive it was the...

...breathing sound Rose like a steam of rieh distilTd perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even silenee ures always hover'd nigh ; But whate'er .smaek'd of noyanee or unrest, Was far, far off expell'd displae'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might ereate a soul Under the ribs of death : but...

...Lines 244—264. SPIRIT. At last a soft and solemn breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich di&till'd perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even Silence...nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I wns all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Lines 555—563....

...a soft and solemn-breadiing sound Kose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon die air, that even Silence Was took ere she was 'ware,...never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Deadi : but O ! ere long, Too well...

...distilled perfumes. And stole upon the air; that even Silence Was took ere shcwas'warc, and wieh'd Ward In a few moments the voice died into air, and the instrument wl.ich had been heard before, sounded...

...bliss, I never heard till now. Lines 244— 264. At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon...nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. 1 was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. Lines 555 —...

...distilled perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.' Lines...

...these pages and blush at her own folly and deformity, or rather, if it be possible, let her " wish she might deny her nature and be never more, still to be so displaced.'' Of this delightful and surpassing excellence — of this exquisite humanity, in the old...

...way embarrassed with his presence, and when he spoke, silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. On the other hand, so far as Arthur was concerned, he felt himself transported into a scene...

...distilled perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.' Lines...