 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 σελίδες
...caves of death look cold, lAnd fhoot a chilnefs to my tremb'ing heart. Give me thy hand, and let me h^ thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice my own affrights me with its echo's. Leo. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 σελίδες
...Terror on my aching Sight ; the Tombs And monumental Caves of Death look cold, And fhoot a Chilnefs to my trembling Heart. . Give me thy Hand, and let...me hear Thy Voice — my own affrights me with its Echos. Leon. Let us return ; the Horror of this Place And Silence, will encreafe your Melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | samuel johnson - 1781 - 276 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight; the tombs And monumental caves*of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to: my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let...voice..; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thofe lines enjoys for 'a. moment the powers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And ftiobt a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voicej Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes..... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 524 σελίδες
...cold, And {hoot a chilntfs to my trembling heart-? Give me thy hand — and let ipe-h^ar thy voicel— Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice «— my own affrights me with its echoes.1 The pafiage certainly deferves much praife;. hut I would beg leave to remark, that Almeria's... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1791 - 490 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight •, the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thefe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 σελίδες
...terror on my aking sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 60 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | 1795 - 846 σελίδες
...ftedfaft and immoveable, Looking tranquility ! It ftrikes an awe And terror on my aching fight ; the tombt And monumental caves of death look cold, And (hoot...let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, »nd let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echo». He who reads thefe lines enjoys,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1792 - 444 σελίδες
...monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and Iet me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear 'I by voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thefe lines enjoys for a moment the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1794 - 424 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight j the tOtnbs And monumental caves of death look7 co'ld, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling hea'rt. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; E 4 Nay, Nay, quickly (peak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes.... | |
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And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... 
