Still with this dulness was he cursed!
Dull,—beyond all conception, dull.
Peter Bell the Third. Part vii. xi.
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A lovely lady, garmented in light
From her own beauty.
The Witch of Atlas. Stanza 5.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,