 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.  The modern British drama - Стр. 518авторы: British drama - 1811Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Congreve - 1753 - Страниц: 82
...affrights me with its echo's. Leo. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; fhew me Anfelmf* tomb, Lead me o'er bones and fkulls and mouldering earth Of human bodies ; for I'll... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - Страниц: 438
...affrights me with its Echos. Leon. Let us return ; the Horror of this Place And Silence, will encreafe your Melancholy. Aim. It may my Fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on; fhew me Anfelmos Tomb, Lead me o'er Bones and Skulls and mould'ring Earth Of Human Bodies; for I'll... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 474
...ftiobt a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voicej Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.. i • i i • He who reads thofe lines enjoys far a mo-* ment the powers of a poet; he feels what he... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 278
...a chilnefs to *ny 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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet \ he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 478
...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 thofe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he: remembers to... | |
 | Several Hands - 1781 - Страниц: 588
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, «nd 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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - Страниц: 294
...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...return ; the horror of this place And silence will encrease your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - Страниц: 446
...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. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Lead me o'er bones and fculls, and mould'ring earth, Of human... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - Страниц: 462
...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...return ; the horror of this place And silence will encrease your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
 | 1798 - Страниц: 604
...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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to... | |
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