...the Alps. She was like the veiled maid in " Alastor" of whom he speaks exactly as he spoke to Mary : Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought. And this again reminds us of Shelley's own words about a boyish friendship, " a profound and sentimental...

...wanders alone among the mountains and wilds of Asia there comes to him in vision a veiled maiden whose voice " was like the voice of his own soul, heard in the calm of thought." Endowed with " all of wonderful or wise or beautiful which the poet, the philosopher, or the lover...

...of heavenly harps she dies away And melts in visions of eternal day. — POPE, "Eloisa to Abelard." The voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought. — SHELLEY, " Alastor." Across the margent of the world I fled And troubled the gold gateway of the...

...beneath the hollow rocks Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretcht His languid limbs; a vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed...; he dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking low in solemn tones ; Her voice was like his own, its music long Like woven sounds of streams and breezes...

...beneath the hollow rocks Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretcht His languid limbs; a vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed...; he dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking low in solemn tones ; Her voice was like his own, its music long Like woven sounds of streams and breezes...

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...but no words came to him. He could only remember a line in Browning's Pauline:— 'Her voice was as the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought. . . .' That was the nearest he could get to it; but the words, although they expressed a little of...

...from their throats Full and sweet how they are shed Like round pearls from a thread I Ton = Gewebe. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard...calm of thought; its music long, Like woven sounds or streams and breezes, held His inmost sense suspended in its weh Of many-coloured woof and shifting...

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...a natural bower, Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretched His x languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed...long, Like woven sounds of streams and breezes, held Knowledge and truth and virtue were her theme, And lofty hopes of divine liberty, Thoughts the most...