 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - English essays - 1903
...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." gloomy follies of the reign of the Saints were but faintly remembered. The evils produced by profaneness... | |
 | William Congreve - 1903 - 486 pages
...aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillnress to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.1 Leon. Let us return ; the horrors of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1903
...And monumental caves of death look cold And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy band and let me hear thy voice ; Nay quickly speak to me...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." gloomy follies of the reign of the Saints were but faintly remembered. The evils produced by profaneness... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1905
...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;...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.' i 35 He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet : he feels what he remembers... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English prose literature - 1909 - 544 pages
...aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chitlncss to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and tet me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for... | |
 | William Congreve - 1912 - 466 pages
...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;...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. 60 Leon. Let us return; the horrors of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | William Congreve - 1912 - 466 pages
...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. 60 Leon. Let us return; the horrors of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | William Congreve - 1912 - 466 pages
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, i. — 'Tis :\nd 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 rhy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. 60 Leon. Let us return; the horrors of this place,... | |
 | Michael John Redding - Architecture - 1913 - 155 pages
...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...speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affright me with its echoes. ' ' Samuel Lover, while best known as a novelist, was a sweet singer of... | |
 | John Rutledge Scott - Elocution - 1915 - 660 pages
...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! — -William Congreve — The Mourning Bride. FOR DAILY PRACTICE. THE VARIOUS FORMS OF STRESS, ILLUSTRATED... | |
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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. 
