 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 492 páginas
...terror on rny aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death lock cold, And shoot a chilness 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 iritl^ it» echoes. * " ' " Не who... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 500 páginas
...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 hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - 540 páginas
...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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear ' Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those... | |
 | 1813 - 536 páginas
...a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy Rand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear 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 have felt before,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - 538 páginas
...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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 páginas
...a chillness to my trembling heart, tiive 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 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 páginas
...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. Leon. Let us return : the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1816 - 504 páginas
...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, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these... | |
 | John Evans - 1818 - 564 páginas
...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 hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its very echoes ! The dissenters... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 páginas
...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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return... | |
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And 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, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... 
