In honoured poverty thy voice did weave Songs concentrate to truth and liberty,ö Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve, Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'ToWordsworth'.

The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'StanzasWritten in Dejection, near Naples'.

The Pressisatoncethe eyeand the earand thetongue of the people.It isthe visible speech, if not the voice, of the democracy. It is the phonograph of the world.

-Stead,WilliamThomas
  'Government byJournalism', in the Contemporary Review, May. Collected in A Journalist onJournalism (1892).

'Pray, my dear,'quoth my mother,'have you not forgot to wind up the clock?'ö'Good Gö?'cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time,ö'Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?'

-Sterne, Laurence
ö67  Tristram Shandy, bk.1, ch.6.

It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang.

-Stevens,Wallace
  Ideas of Order,'The Idea of Order at KeyWest'.

   We are in such haste to be doing, to be writing, to be gathering gear, to make our voice audible a moment in the derisive silence of eternity, that we forget that one thing, of which these are but the partsönamely, to live.

-Stevenson, Robert Louis
Virginibus Puerisque,'WalkingTours'.

O happy dames, that may embrace The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woeful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice The fortune of my pleasant choice. Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice.

-Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of
  'O happy dames'.

And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

-Tennyson
  Poems,'Break, Break, Break', stanza 3.

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, With murmuring of innumerable bees.

-Tennyson
  The Princess, pt.7, added song, l.203^7.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

-Tennyson
  'In theValley of Cauteretz', l.10.

If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

-Tennyson
  Idylls of the King,'The Passing of Arthur', l.414^23.

The President hears a hundred voices telling him that he is the greatest man in the world. He must listen carefully indeed to hear the one voice that tells him he is not.

-Truman, Harry S
  In ThisWeek, 5 Apr.

   'Did you ever hear the like?'said the Devil, and a hard note crept intohisvoice.'Ifthere's onething Ican't stand', he said,'it's superstition.'

-Wall, Mervyn
  The Unfortunate Fursey.

Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again, I say rejoice.

-Wesley, Charles
  'Rejoice, the Lord is King'. In Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection.

Beyond the gap where the river plunges into the narrow gorge, unseen öand the imagination soars, as a voice beckons, a thundrous voice, endless öas sleep: the voice that has ineluctably called themö that unmoving roar!

-Williams,William Carlos
  Paterson, bk.2,'Sunday in the Park',1.

He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could seethat, if not actuallydisgruntled, hewasfar from being gruntled.

-Plum
  The Code of theWoosters, ch.1.

  Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

-Wordsworth,William
  'Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour', complete poem (published1807).

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring Even yet thou are to me No bird, but an invisible thing, Avoice, a mystery.

-Wordsworth,William
  'To the Cuckoo', stanza 4 (published1807).