...in souls a sympathy with sounds; Anc as the mind is pitehed the car is pleased With melting airs of d: the broad responsive low, Ye valleys raise; for...unsuffcring kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands al villagej^ells, Palling at intervals upon the car In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing...

...grave; Some c'iord in unison with what we hear k touched within us, and the heart replies. How soil the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals...cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud agam, and louder still Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy foree it opens all the...

...in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart in.fc-,." VOL. II. I " There is a tongue in every leaf, A voice in every rill j A voice that apeaketh...

...Hervey, and walked thoughtfully home alone. CHAPTER VIII. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies. wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains...

...of the sweetest notes of song. As the poet has it, — " There is in souls ft sympathy with sounds; Some chord, in unison with what we hear, Is touched within us, and the heart replies." choirs and sons of God who "sang together" on the morning of creation, was produced by the singing...

...of the sweetest notes of song. As the poet has it, — " There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; Some chord, in unison with what we hear, Is touched within us, and the heart replies." choirs and sons of God who " sang together "on the morning of creation, was produced by the singing...

...efiulgence of sunshine. Let us rest upon this mossy slope, and listen to — " the music of those tillage bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud — and louder still — Clear and sonorous as the gate comes on." There is poetry in the very name...

...martial, brisk or grave : A WINTEH WALK AT NOON. 103 Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village-bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing...

...the moisture which yet loaded the herbage, from the dense fog of the preceding night. VILLAGE BELLS. How soft the music of those Village Bells Falling at intervals upon the car In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous...

...souls a sympathy with sounds ; And, as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave: Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us ; and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals...