 | John Bell - 1791 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...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 to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 846
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1794 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...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.... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...terror on my aking fight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 6:i Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1797 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...terror on my aching fight ; ihe tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And lhoot 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 affright* me with its echoes. " He who reads thefe... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - عدد الصفحات: 462
...terror on my aking 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; 60 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | 1798 - عدد الصفحات: 604
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs 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, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads thofe... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 714
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight rr.ade stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror...heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice j >Ja/, quicily speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my owe affrights me with its •chocs. He... | |
 | 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 566
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy h;ind, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice;— my own affrights me with its echoes. Leo. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...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 thefe... | |
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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... 
