 | Pierre Munroe Irving - 1864 - 476 páginas
...dread again. You recollect " (turning to me) " the scene among the tombs, in The Mourning Bride : ' 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.' " Nothing could exceed... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1865 - 450 páginas
...the words of the poet : — " The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, Aod shoot a dullness to my trembling heart! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice; tline own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
 | 1866 - 398 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." s22 A part in the... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 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. CONGREVE. Mourning... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1868 - 480 páginas
...words of the poet : — " 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 thv voice; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1869 - 724 páginas
...again. You recollect" (turning to me) " the scene among the tombs, in ' The Mourning Bride : ' — ' 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.' " Nothing could exceed... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1870 - 524 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; nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear thy voice; — my own affrights me with its echoes. W. CONGREVE ¡427... | |
 | Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 262 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 mo with its echoes." The Mournlng Bride.... | |
 | Francis Jacox - 1873 - 490 páginas
...again. You recollect [turning to his nephew] the scene among the tombs in The Mourning Bride — ' 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.'" 268 AN OLD MAN'S DISTRESS... | |
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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... 
