...sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a World like this, Where e'en the Breezes of the simple Air Possess the power and Spirit of Melody ! And thus,...

...in sound, a sound like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere ; — Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things...still air Is music slumbering on her instrument." Herein is the common brotherhood of creation, not a brotherhood of bodily materialism, but a consanguinity...

...in Sound, a sound-like power in Light, Rhythm in all Thought, and Joyance every where — Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so fill'd, Where the breeze warbles and the mute still Air Is Music slumbering on its instrument ! And...

...Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untamed wing ! Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world like this, Where even the breezes, and the common air, Contain the power and spirit of Harmony. And...

...that spiritual — that indefinable enjoyment which tempts one to exclaim with Coleridge. "Metbinks it should have been impossible "Not to love all things in a world like this, Where even the breezes and the common air Contain the power and spirit of harmony." Hail...

...in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where — Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things...still air, Is Music slumbering on her instrument. The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main, And tranquil muse upon tranquillity ; Full many a thought...

...light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought and joyance everywhere — Methinks, life is gone, The sun of joy is set; One wish my soul still dwells HUM. Where the breeze warbles and the mute still air Ii music slumbering on its instrument. And thus,...

...nature seemed to announce her mysteries ; for it was at such an hour that the poet sung, " Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world like this, Where even the breezes and the common air Contain the power and spirit of harmony *." Coleridge....

...in sound-. a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where — Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so fill'd ; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is music slumbering on her instrument.' —...

...Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam'd wing I Methinks it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world like this, Where even the breezes, and the common air, Contain the power and spirit of harmony. And...