 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 стор.
...Whittling thro' Hollows of this vaulted Aifte. We'll Men— Leon. Hark ! Aim. No, all his hufh'd, and ftill as Death — Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the Face of this tall Pile, Whofe ancient Pillars rear their Marble Heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous Roof, By its... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 стор.
...this vaulted ifle : We'll liften— LEONORA. Hark I ALMERIA. ALMERIA. No, all is hufli'd, and ftill as death. — Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile -, Whofe ancient pillars rear their marble headsj •.. To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 478 стор.
...hollows of this Vaulted ifle : We'll Men— LEONORA. Hark! ALMERIA. ALMERIA. No, all is hufh'd, ahd ftill as death.— "Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile j Whofe ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To 'bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 стор.
...wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen Leon. Hark! Aim. No, all is hush'd, and still as death — 'tis dreadful! How reverend...pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquility. It... | |
 | 1795 - 846 стор.
...thro' hollows of this vaulted ¡fie. We'll litten. Ltonvra. Hark ! Almnla. No, all is hufh'd, and dill as death. — 'Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whole ancient pillars rear their marble heads To bear aloft its irch'd and ponderous roof, By its own... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen Leon. Hark! Aim. No, all is hush'd, and still as death— 'tis dreadful! How reverend...pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquil t ,. It... | |
 | 1798 - 604 стор.
...thro' hollows of this, vaulted ifle : We'll liften LEON. Mars.' ALM. No, all is hufli'd, and ftill as death. — Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile ; Whofe ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof, By its... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 стор.
...vaulted isle; We'll listen— LlOXORA. Hark! No, all is husVd, and still at death — Tis dreadful 1 How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose...pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight rr.ade stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity!... | |
 | Arthur Murphy - 1801 - 434 стор.
...ia enters the temple, and describes that awful structure in the following lines : No, all is hush'd, and still as death! — 'tis dreadful ! How reverend...pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its 'arch "d and pond'rous roof, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight... | |
 | 1810 - 566 стор.
...wind Whistling thro' hollows of this vaulted aisle. Well listen— ieo. Hark! Mm. No. all is hush'd, and still as death— 'tis dreadful! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose antient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof, By its own weight... | |
| |
Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. 
