...waking bliss, I never heard till now. Lines 244 — 264. SPIRIT. At last a soft and solemn breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes,...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. Lines 555 —...

...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....

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...home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now. Lines 244 — 264. SPIRIT. At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like...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. Lines 555 —...

...delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now. Lines 244 — 26-1. SPIRIT. At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like...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. " Lines 555—...

...I never heard till now. Lines 344—164. SPIRIT. At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound .1 Rnse like, a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole...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. Lines 555 —...

...244—264. SPIRIT. ' At last a soft and solemn breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich 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...

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...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...