 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 - Page 2791804Full view - About this book
 | Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 536 pages
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and 1st 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 thefe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 pages
...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...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... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 pages
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart Give roe thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me new Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. iron. Let us return ; the horror of this place,... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 716 pages
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chiiness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nsy, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes. He who... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 322 pages
...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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes ! " He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment trie powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 372 pages
...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...return; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on; show me Anselmo's... | |
 | William Congreve - 1808 - 412 pages
...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...return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy, Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that, No, I will on; show me Anselmo's... | |
 | Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1809 - 570 pages
...terror on my aking sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a clullness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy hand, and let...voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice;—my own affrights me with its echoes. Lea. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 494 pages
...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, 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 - 422 pages
...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... | |
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