Voice

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

Voice

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

Voice

Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer.

Voice

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

Voice

Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

Voice

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

Voice

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

Voice

I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices.

Voice

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

Miscellaneous Voice

But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.

Voice