And 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 hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies - Стр. 2791804Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - Страниц: 582
...terrour on my aching sight; the tombs Ami monumental <-aves of death look cold, Ami shuot a chilnegs 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 - 1810 - Страниц: 598
...monumental caves of death look cold, Arvl shoo' a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy baud, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to 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... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - Страниц: 596
...cold, AD'! shoot a chilness to my trembline heart. eivf ше Iby liand, and let me hear thy Toice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear 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... | |
| Friedrich Bouterwek - 1810 - Страниц: 500
...aking Sight; the Tombi And Monumental -Caves of Death look cold. And (boot a Chilncfs' to my Ambling 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 Echo's. b) Sotigreve'á... | |
| 1811 - Страниц: 718
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness I'll love thee as well as I can. Ore. Noble Bassanes,...give me patience too, Heaven,! beseech thee! Org. Ac increase your melancholr. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1811 - Страниц: 378
...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...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 - 1811 - Страниц: 380
...terror on jny 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...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... | |
| British drama - 1811 - Страниц: 712
...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 hear thy л oice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - Страниц: 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to... | |
| David Erskine Baker - 1812 - Страниц: 492
...terror on rny aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death lock cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and, let...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me iritl^ it» echoes. * " ' " Не who reads these lines enjoys " for a moment the powers of a " poet... | |
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