VIRTUAL DICTIONARY - FAMOUS QUOTES

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

For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.

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

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

His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife.

He ceased: but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.

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.

Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!

Thy voice Is a celestial melody.

Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else."

Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.

A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress on what is deeply felt.

The voice is nothing but beaten air.

I thank you for your voices, thank you! Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices, I have no further with you.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.

I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any suckling dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be.