...ware, and wish.d she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. Lines 555 — 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. Now morn,...

...ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. " Lines 555— 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. Now morn,...

...ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.' Lines 555—563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. ' Now Morn,...

...ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. 1 was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. Lines 555 — 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. Now morn,...

...ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.' Lines 555 — 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. ' Now...

...ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.' Lines 555 — 563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. ' Now...

...and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death : but 0 ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear Sister. Amaz'd...

...and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death : but , O ! ere long, Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear Sister. Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd...

...the first-born bloom of spring " Nipt with the lagging rear of winter's frost." " I was all ear, " And took in strains that might create a soul « Under the ribs of death." " So! farewell hope ; but with hope farewell fear, " Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost; " Evil...

...'ware, and wish'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still, to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death." Lines 555-563. In illustration of Milton's tenderness, we will open almost at a venture. • , " Now...