Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

There is no index of character so sure as the voice.

There is no index of character so sure as the voice.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
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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.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

There is no index so sure as the voice.

There is no index so sure as the voice.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.

And after the earthquake was a fire; but the Lord was not in the
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And after the earthquake was a fire; but the Lord was not in the
fire: and after the fire a still small voice.