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...well be believed : " There 'x not the smallest orb I hat thou behold'st But, in his motion, tike an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins, Such harmony is in immortal souls : But, while thia muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it." trolled, — empowered...

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...this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd chérubins:...

...can hardly read this, without recollecting the most sublime passage, perhaps, in Shakspeare : — " Sit, Jessica : look how the floor of heaven Is thick...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim...

...this hank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines" of bright gold. There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in...

...this bank! Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold ; There 's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st, 423...

...this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There 'a not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in...

...this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ! There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But...

...this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, * Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit,...cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. — ' Enter Musicians....