A soul sheath'd in a crystal shrine,
Through which all her bright features shine.
Crashaw.
60. And still we gaze, and still the wonder grows,
That one small head can carry all he knows.
Goldsmith—Deserted Village.
A soul sheath'd in a crystal shrine,
Through which all her bright features shine.
Crashaw.
60. And still we gaze, and still the wonder grows,
That one small head can carry all he knows.
Goldsmith—Deserted Village.