 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 722
...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...speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own aflrighli me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 752
...terror on my aching sight : the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a cbillnees j ! !ޟN t wZ 0 a G 溲= | c w#D8" 3 < " TH nb 1 F ( $ g qm2 F Ei W G C. h mo hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 716
...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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | William Wycherley, Leigh Hunt - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 782
...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. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy. .",;..... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 742
...sight ; the tomb* And monumental caves ol' death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling hean. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay,...let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with ils echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...terror on mv aching sight: the lonihs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chiUnest? to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, aud let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes, He who reads these lines enjoys... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 716
...¡telling night: the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, Andshoot'a dullness to my trembline heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice...let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with ils* echoen He who reads these lines enjoys for a my ment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 718
...on my aching siïht ; the tombs • And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness with which sh« tu me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes He who reads these lines enjoys... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, 1 Milton. - Burns. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand — and let me hear Thy voice: my own affrights me with its echoes. 1 The reeling clouds Stagger with dizzy poise. While rising slow,... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...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." 822] A part in the then revived comedy of the Pilgrim, by Beaumont and Fletcher, in the dramatis personae... | |
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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... 
