 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 σελίδες
...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 ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy Voice — my own affrights me with its Echos. Leon. Let us return... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 478 σελίδες
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy 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 of a poet ; he feels what he: remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | Several Hands - 1781 - 588 σελίδες
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, «nd let me hear thy 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 of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 278 σελίδες
...a chilnefs to *ny trembling heart. Give.me thy hand, and let me hear thy 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 of a poet \ he feels what he remembers to have .felt before,... | |
 | 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 me hear thy voice..; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thofe lines... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 602 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 hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thofe... | |
 | 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..... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1783 - 472 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cpld, And moot a chilnefsto my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thofe... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 524 σελίδες
...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... | |
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And terror on my aching s'ight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness 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... 
