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...'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 Morn,...

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...Cm®, THE SENTINEL. Where should this music be? i' the uir, or the earth? THK TKMPKST. 1 was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs or death. CO MU?. }TJENTIN had hardly reached his little cabin, in order to make some necessary changes...

...and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 d be loosed, honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear, And, 0 poor hapless nightingale,...

...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 honor'd lady, your dear sister. Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear, And, O poor hapless nightingale,...

...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 : but, oh ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd lady, your dear sister....

...'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." Lintt 555-563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. " Now Mom,...

...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. How sweetly did they flote upon the wings Of silence, through the empty vaulted night, At every fall...

...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...