The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, read more

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, read more

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.'

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.