 | Thomas Zouch, Francis Wrangham - 1820 - 466 pagina’s
...terror in 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 name : Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with it's echoes.... | |
 | 1821 - 648 pagina’s
...a dullness to my trembling heart. Give rue 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. In contrast to this let us glance at the other. The temple of Fame in the clouds — Thalia and Melpomene... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 446 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 452 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1824 - 438 pagina’s
...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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before... | |
 | 1824 - 348 pagina’s
...dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, a»d let me hear thy voice — Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Horror. HARK ! — the death-denouncing trumpet sounds The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onset.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 750 pagina’s
...a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and Jet 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 enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 524 pagina’s
...terror on m'y 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 520 pagina’s
...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. i He who reads these lines enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 674 pagina’s
...aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembhng 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... | |
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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... 
