 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 484 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillncss 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1854 - 116 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...voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Our last topic is, i®. Cfje foeal, or poetfral element.... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - 386 σελίδες
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monnmental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, qnickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." s22 A part... | |
 | Salem Town - 1855 - 492 σελίδες
...its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror to my aching sight. The tombs and monumental caves of...heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; EXERCISE XI., RULE 8. The language of scorn, contempt, or threatened revenge, when deliberate, requires... | |
 | Robert Macoy - 1855 - 442 σελίδες
...to dio within me. And eurth-born cares Lessen their eager grasu. Whore am 1 1 Give me thy hand, imd let me hear thy voice. Nay quickly speak to me, and let me hear thy voice : Mine own affnghts me with its very cohos." To build up man, then, worthy to become the temple, the... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1855 - 402 σελίδες
...words of the poet: — — tl The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chitlncss to my trembling heart! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing but... | |
 | James Boaden - 1893 - 554 σελίδες
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror...hear Thy voice. My own affrights me with its echoes.' But Congreve, as a poet, has a seat the proudest that a poet can occupy; nor should we be indifferent... | |
 | James Boaden - 1893 - 506 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. My own affrights me with its echoes.' But Congreve, as a poet, has a seat the proudest that a poet can occupy ; nor should we be indifferent... | |
 | 1894 - 290 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 ; Nay, qnickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. 15 Joinecl... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1895 - 314 σελίδες
...cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand ! Oh, speak to me ! nay, speak ! and let me hear Thy voice ; my own affrights me with its echoes.' Mourning Bride, act ii., sc. 3. ' Duke. Deceived and disappointed vain desires ! Why laugh I not, and... | |
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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... 
