 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 страница
...tornbs 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 — шу own affrights me with its echoes.» [* This is tho passago that Johnson admired so much. "Congrevc,"... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 страница
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a clullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. LAWRENCE EUSDEN. YOKKSHIRE supplied one name to the list of Poets Laureate, in the subject of this... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 страница
...The tombs, and monumental caves of death, look And shool a ehillntss 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 &f-frights me with its echoes. Tis night! the season when the happy — take Repose, and only witches... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 страница
...The tombs, and monumental caves of death, look And shoot a chiUness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy roi« — my own uf-frights me with its echoes. Tis night! the season when the happy — take Repose,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1847 - 454 страница
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to the trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly...Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1851 - 438 страница
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to the trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear. thy voice; Nay, quickly...Thy voice : my own affrights me with its echoes." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 страница
...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...me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights mo with its echoes. Lam. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 страница
...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. Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place And silence... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страница
...Shakspeare. 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 344 страница
...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...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... | |
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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. 
