 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight. [rr / /. The tombs, and monumental caves of death, look And shoot a chiUness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy roi« — my own uf-frights me with its echoes. Tis night! the season when the happy — take Repose,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight. [coW* The tombs, and monumental caves of death, look And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, ouickty speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own al'-frights me with its echoes. Tis night!... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1846 - 714 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 hear thy voice j Nay, quickly speak to me, and let Die hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with Its echoM He who... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1847 - 454 σελίδες
...on the aching sight: the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to the trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear...Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 σελίδες
...steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; tho tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place And silence... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1851 - 438 σελίδες
...on the aching sight : the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to the trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear....Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 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...me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights mo with its echoes. Lam. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 σελίδες
...roof, By its own weight made steadfast anil immovable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe A nd terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.* Lam. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Mm. It may... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 450 σελίδες
...this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable,...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 344 σελίδες
...heads, To bear aloft it's arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror...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... 
