...fhoot a chilnefs to my tremb'ing heart. Give me thy hand, and let me h^ thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice my own affrights me with its echo's. Leo. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Aim....

...Roof, By its own Weight made ftedfaft and immoveable, Looking Tranciuility. It ftrikes an Awe B a And And Terror on my aching Sight ; 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...

...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 thofe...

...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 thofe lines...

...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And ftiobt a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voicej Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.....

...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cpld, And moot a chilnefsto 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...

...chilntfs to my trembling heart-? Give me thy hand — and let ipe-h^ar thy voicel— Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice «— my own affrights me with its echoes.1 The pafiage certainly deferves much praife;. hut I would beg leave to remark, that Almeria's...

...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 cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 60 Nay, quickly speak...

...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...

...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....