 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 500 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a cbilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - 538 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to... | |
 | 1813 - 536 σελίδες
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy Rand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes,. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 σελίδες
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart, tiive me thy hand and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...me hear Thy voice ;—my own affrights me with its echo%a.' Mm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on : shew me Anselmo's tomb.— Lead... | |
 | Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - 450 σελίδες
...terror on my acliing 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 lliy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with iU echoes.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1816 - 504 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 rememhers to have... | |
 | John Evans - 1818 - 564 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a thrilling to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its very echoes ! The dissenters in this city are numerous, and have enjoyed the labours of Mr. James Pierce... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1819 - 376 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...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its eohoes* He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | 1819 - 896 σελίδες
...to my trembling heart. Give me thine hand, and let me hear thy voice — Nay.quirkly speak tome,and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes." The sensations produced by these lines are somewhat like those we should feel were we in the situation... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1820 - 430 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 the4>owers of a poet; he feels what he remembers tojTave_felt_before... | |
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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... 
