 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 σελίδες
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquility. It strikes an awe And terror on my aking sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look...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
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombt And monumental caves of death look cold, And (hoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and 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... | |
 | 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.... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 446 σελίδες
...terror on my aking fight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 6:i Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1797 - 278 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight ; ihe tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And lhoot 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 affright* me with its echoes. " He who reads thefe... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 σελίδες
...terror on my aking sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness 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.... | |
 | 1798 - 604 σελίδες
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And (hoot a chillnefs 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 - 1800 - 714 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight ; 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 j >Ja/, quicily speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my owe affrights me with its •chocs. He... | |
 | 1810 - 566 σελίδες
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy h;ind, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice;— my own affrights me with its echoes. Leo. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 424 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 thefe... | |
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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... 
