Comus. Line 496.
Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
Comus. Line 550.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
Comus. Line 560.
That power
Which erring men call Chance.
Comus. Line 587.
Comus. Line 496.
Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
Comus. Line 550.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
Comus. Line 560.
That power
Which erring men call Chance.
Comus. Line 587.