 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 стор.
...Roof, By its own Weight made ftedfaft and immoveable, Looking Tranciuility. It ftrikes an Awe B a And And Terror on my aching Sight ; the 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... | |
 | samuel johnson - 1781 - 276 стор.
...terror on my aching fight; the 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 602 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; the 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death 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..... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1783 - 472 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cpld, And moot a chilnefsto 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... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 стор.
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquility. It strikes an awe And terror on my aking 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 ; 60 Nay, quickly speak... | |
 | 1795 - 846 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; the 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... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 446 стор.
...terror on my aking fight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 6:i Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon.... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquil t ,. It strikes an awe And terror on my aking sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look...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.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1797 - 278 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; ihe tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And lhoot 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 affright* me with its echoes. " He who... | |
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Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my 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; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me... 
