 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1846 - 714 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 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 páginas
...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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 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 mo with its echoes. Lam. Let us return... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1851 - 438 páginas
...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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 páginas
...— finer than any one in Shakspeare. 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 344 páginas
...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 its echoes." He who reads these... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 484 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1854 - 116 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. Our last topic is, i®.... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - 386 páginas
...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 páginas
...terror to 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 ; EXERCISE XI., RULE 8. The language of scorn, contempt, or threatened revenge, when deliberate, requires... | |
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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... 
