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And what a voice he had--gentle, profound, Clear masculine!--I melted at the sound.
Oh, English voices, are there any words Those tones to tell, those cadences to teach! As song of thrushes is to other birds, So English voices are to other speech; Those pure round "o's"--those lovely liquid "l's" Ring in the ears like sound of Sabbath bells.