...and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 some rules of worship must be given, Distributed O ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd...

...has often pierced to the quick ; and he who was just now indifferent, becomes "А И cur. And takes in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death." The most solemn and judicious preaching will generally do no more than fill the fountains of the attentive...

...ere she was ware, and leish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd lady, your dear sister....

...ere she was ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd...

...displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear, And, O poor hapless nightingale, thought I, How sweet...

...ere she was ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displafd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but 0 ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd...

...ere she was ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd...

...CHAPTER X. THE SENTINEL. Where should this music be ? i ' the air , or the earth ? The Tempest. — I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Comui. QUESTIN had hardly reached his little cahin , in order to make some necessary changes in his...

...ere she was 'ware, and wish'd 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 555 - 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. " Now...

...nor vice consists in this. They are made of quite other material. The heart of Saul, even when he " was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death," was no more like the heart of a believing saint, than hell is like heaven! There is no inconsistency...