 | 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,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 322 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...echoes ! " He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment trie powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before, but he feels it with great... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 372 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. Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may... | |
 | William Congreve - 1808 - 412 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. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy, Aim. It may... | |
 | Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1809 - 570 pages
...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 me hear thy 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,... | |
 | English drama - 1811 - 718 pages
...aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling as well as I can. Ore. Noble Bassanes, Mislike me...: Thou wert ordain'd my plague; Heaven make me th Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholr. Aim. It... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 pages
...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. Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - Biography - 1813 - 540 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;...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,... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - English drama - 1812 - 492 pages
...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 me hear thy voice...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... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - Actors - 1812 - 500 pages
...aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a cbilness 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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers... | |
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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. 
