...be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. J Enter Coves. Com. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ?k «* d Love-lorn. . Deprired of her mate; as " lass-lorn" in the "Tempest," a. iv. s. 2. — T. WABTON....

...Line 221. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? Line 244. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment ? Line 249. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,...

...presently sings a sweet song, hoping her brothers will hear her voice. Comus listening, exclaims : — " Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment f Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify...

...Portia to Nerissa: "Music! Hark! . . . Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day." And Milton in Comus : " Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting raTishmcut? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal Air...

...perhaps it was all owing to my poor voice ? Come now, confess it ! I don't expect you to say,— ' Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment ? ' " " I was trying to place the song," said Lucy ; " I read it once." " If any one could evoke a...

...creep in skittish fortune's lull, While others play the idiots in her eyes ! Trail, and Crcu. iii 3. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment I Comus, 244. Some natural tears they dropt, hut wiped them soon. PL, iii «44. Stranger ! henceforth...

...dew, soft as the sighs of the summer wind, tears, irrepressible tears, gushed forth abundantly : — " Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment 1 Sure something holy lodges in that breast." Lady Mary closed the volume, and Florence made her escape...

...thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. Enter Contus. Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment t Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify...

...thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. Enter COMUS. Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? 245 Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify...

...sphere, So mayst thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonic* Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment2 Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air...