|Her voice changed like a birds:|
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
Robert BrowningFlight of the Duchess. St. 15.
|The devil hath not, in all his quivers choice,|
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
ByronDon Juan. Canto XV. St. 13.
|His voice no touch of harmony admits,|
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
ChurchillRosciad. L. 1,003.
|He ceased: but left so charming on their ear|
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
HomerOdyssey. Bk. II. L. 414. Popes trans.
|The voice so sweet, the words so fair,|
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound had parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.
Ben JonsonEupheme. IV.
|A still, small voice.|
I Kings. XIX. 12.
|Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches|
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
LongfellowChristus. Pt. I. The Divine Tragedy. The First Passover. Pt. VI.
| Thy voice|
Is a celestial melody.
LongfellowMasque of Pandora. Pt. V.
| Her silver voice|
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.
LongfellowThe Spirit of Poetry. L. 55.
|How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman!|
It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,
It ravishes all senses.
MassingerThe Old Law. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 34.
|Vox clamantis in deserto.|
The voice of one crying in the wilderness.
Matthew. III. 3; Mark. I. 3; Luke. III. 4; John. I. 23. (Vulgate.)
|The Angel ended, and in Adams ear|
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fixd to hear.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 1.
| A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, surely, quoth he, thou art all voice and nothing else. (Vox et præterea nihil.)|
PlutarchLaconic Apothegms. Credited to Lacon Incert. XIII, by Lipsius.
|Her voice was like the voice the stars|
Had when they sang together.
Dante Gabriel RossettiThe Blessed Damozel. St. 10.
| A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt.|
George SandHandsome Lawrence. Ch. III.
|Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer.|
The voice is nothing but beaten air.
SenecaNaturalinum Quæstionum. Bk. II. 29.
|I thank you for your voices: thank you:|
Your most sweet voices.
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 179.
| Her voice was ever soft,|
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 272.
| But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.|
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 83.
|And rolling far along the gloomy shores|
The voice of days of old and days to be.
TennysonThe Passing of Arthur.
|He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained|
The deep vibrations of his witching song.
ThomsonCastle of Indolence. Canto I. St. 20.
|Vox faucibus hæsit.|
My voice stuck in my throat.
VergilÆneid. II. 774; III. 48; IV. 280.
|Two voices are there; one is of the sea,|
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
WordsworthThought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland.