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The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
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I thank you for your voices: thank you:Your most sweet voices.
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Her voice was ever soft,Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
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But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.
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His voice was as the sound of many waters.
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The voice of one crying out in the desert.
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Her voice changed like a bird's:There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
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He ceased: but left so charming on their earHis voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
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Oh, there is something in that voice that reachesThe innermost recesses of my spirit!
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Thy voiceIs a celestial melody.
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Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
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And rolling far along the gloomy shoresThe voice of days of old and days to be.
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Two voices are there; one is of the sea,One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
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