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" Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze, As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the... "
Heads of the People: Or, Portraits of the English - Page 205
1840
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse].

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1835 - 232 pages
...am I. TIMOCLES. And I— ION. ( O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., Volume 159

English essays - 1836 - 746 pages
...worthy of your own drama : Oh ! do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze, As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of I'liwlnis....
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse]. [Another] By T.N. Talfourd

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1836 - 140 pages
...I.. T1MOCLES. And I— ION. O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus;—ye...
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The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Volume 22

British periodicals - 1836 - 650 pages
...beautifully expressed : — Ion O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh. If Heaven select it for its instrument. May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The Edinburgh Review, Volume 63

English literature - 1836 - 604 pages
...a dangerous mission — ' Ion. O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breezo As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Plwebus...
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The North American Review, Volume 44

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1837 - 594 pages
...this dangerous mission. " O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseeming forwardness, — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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American Quarterly Review, Volume 21

Serial publications - 1837 - 552 pages
...office for himself. " Ion.—O sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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American Quarterly Review, Volume 21

Serial publications - 1837 - 536 pages
...office for himself. " Ion.—O sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 5; Volume 11

American literature - 1838 - 716 pages
...nobly uttered — many beautiful thoughts thrown into elegant forms of expression. Take this — " The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May yield celestial music to the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus!"...
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The Quarterly review, Volume 54

1835 - 610 pages
...is in these words : — ' Ion. O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phcebus...
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