 | John Rutledge Scott - 1915 - 660 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! — William Congreve — The Mourning Bride. FOR DAILY PRACTICE. THE VARIOUS FORMS OF STRESS, ILLUSTRATED... | |
 | Howard Anderson - Aesthetics, British - 1999 - 419 pages
...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 those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet: he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | John Hamilton Moore - Conduct of life - 1806 - 374 pages
...aching sight. T he 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. HORROR. HARK ! — the death -denouncing trumpet sounds The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onset.... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883
...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 hoar Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. (,;, dark •f the V. at •4 on ter'» OOtU]... | |
 | Humanities - 1895
...shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thv hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickty speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. and reputation of any but the Hercules of our English dictionary. And we hardly care to remember now... | |
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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. 
