 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 psl.
...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...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 cherubims... | |
 | Edward Everett - 1840 - 460 psl.
...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... | |
 | Henry Hallam - 1843 - 634 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 psl.
...sounds of musick Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. ACBETH. Lady Sí. Ta alter favour' crer is to fear...1ле rest to me. Only look up clear ; [Ezfunt. SCEN orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-ey'd chérubins... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1843 - 566 psl.
...patines of bright gold. There 'a not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it." t The madrigal ceased... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 658 psl.
...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 cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come,... | |
 | 1844 - 588 psl.
...used as a beautiful poetic idea, without any knowledge or at least acknowledgment of its author: " Sit, Jessica : look how the floor of heaven Is thick...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdst But in his motion, like an angel, sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims:... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1844 - 790 psl.
...thoroughly recognised and declared its divine origin and essence ? Lorenzo says to his lady-love : — ' ' 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 psl.
...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...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 cherubins... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1844 - 522 psl.
...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...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiling to the young-ey'd cherubims.... | |
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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 his motion like an angel... 
