 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...— 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy. Aim.. It... | |
 | Edward Young - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 116
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror...voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Our last topic is, i®. Cfje foeal, or poetfral element.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 386
...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... | |
 | James Boswell - 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 500
...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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Act ii. sc. 1. 7 ' Swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry.' Romeo and Juliet,... | |
 | George Frederick Underhill - 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." But there were many other aspirants to dramatic fame besides Congreve. Gay introduced the ballad opera,... | |
 | WILLIAM CONGREVE - 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...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...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. i Leon. Let us return ; the horrors of this place, And... | |
 | William Congreve - 1888 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...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...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.i Leon. Let us return ; the horrors of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
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