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" 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 its echoes. "
The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: With Murphy's Essay - Page 635
by Samuel Johnson - 1825
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A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Parnell. Garth. Rowe ...

1795
...fpeak to me, »nd let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echo». He who reads thefe lines enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he bers to hare felt before, but he feels it with great increafe of fenfibility ; he recognize» a fairilir...
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Bell's British Theatre, Volume 19

John Bell - English drama - 1797
...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 — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will encrease your melancholy. Aim. It may...
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A New and General Biographical Dictionary: Containing an Historical and ...

Biography - 1798
...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 have felt before,...
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Lives

Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1800
...voice j >Ja/, quicily speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my owe affrights me with its •chocs. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feelj wlut he remembers to have felt before ; but he feels it with great increase of sensibility';...
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The Port Folio, Volume 3

Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1810
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy h;ind, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice;— my own affrights me with its echoes. Leo. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.

Samuel Johnson - Biography - 1801
...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 thefe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before...
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Lives of English poets

Samuel Johnson - 1801
...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 felt before...
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The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces ..., Volume 1

Great Britain - 1804
...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—...reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of » poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before ; but he feels it with great increase of sensibility;...
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The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies

English drama - 1804
...aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a diillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encreuse your melancholy. Alm. It...
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The British drama, Volume 1

British drama - 1804
...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 hear thy voice...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encrease your melancholy. Aim. It...
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