 | Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 536 σελίδες
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and 1st 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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 σελίδες
...terror on my aching 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...return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encrease your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
 | 1804 - 510 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a diillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encreuse your melancholy. Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anschno's... | |
 | 1804 - 516 σελίδες
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hund, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. /•rоa. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encrease your melancholy. Alm.... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 σελίδες
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart Give roe thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me new Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. iron. Let us return ; the horror of this place,... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 716 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chiiness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nsy, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes. He who... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 322 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes ! " He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment trie powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1807 - 786 σελίδες
...•on the broken colonade. ' The tombs And monumental caves of death look f cold, And shoot a chilncss to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear Uiy voice.' Were we to go into a particular criticism upon this performance, •we should exceed the... | |
 | 1809 - 570 σελίδες
...terror on my aking sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a clullness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy hand, and let...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice;—my own affrights me with its echoes. Lea. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 422 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
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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... 
