 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 pągines
...caves of death look cold, lAnd fhoot a chilnefs to my tremb'ing heart. Give me thy hand, and let me h^ thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice my own affrights me with its echo's. Leo. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 pągines
...Tombs And monumental Caves of Death look cold, And fhoot a Chilnefs to my trembling Heart. . Give me thy Hand, and let me hear thy Voice ; Nay, quickly...me hear Thy Voice — my own affrights me with its Echos. Leon. Let us return ; the Horror of this Place And Silence, will encreafe your Melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 pągines
...look cold, And ftiobt a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voicej Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.. i • i i • He who reads thofe lines enjoys far a mo-* ment the powers of a poet; he feels what he... | |
 | samuel johnson - 1781 - 276 pągines
...tombs And monumental caves*of death look cold, And fhoot 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 thofe lines enjoys for 'a. moment the powers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 pągines
...Give me thy hand, and let.me hear thy voice.; Nay, quickly Ipeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thofe lines enjoys fora mpment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have felt before, .but he feels it... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 524 pągines
...cold, And {hoot a chilntfs to my trembling heart-? Give me thy hand — and let ipe-h^ar thy voicel— Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice «— my own affrights me with its echoes.1 The pafiage certainly deferves much praife;. hut I would beg leave to remark, that Almeria's... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1791 - 490 pągines
...tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...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,... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 pągines
...dullness 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... | |
 | 1795 - 846 pągines
...tombt And monumental caves of death look cold, And (hoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, »nd let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echo». He who reads thefe lines enjoys,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1792 - 444 pągines
...monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and Iet me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear 'I by voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thefe lines enjoys for a moment the... | |
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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. 
