 | 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 - 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 reads thofe... | |
 | 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 thofe lines... | |
 | 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 reads thofe... | |
 | 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...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.... | |
 | 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 who reads thefe... | |
 | 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 reads thefe... | |
 | 1798 - 604 стор.
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs 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, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads thofe... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 стор.
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight rr.ade stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror...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 j >Ja/, quicily speak to... | |
 | Arthur Murphy - 1801 - 434 стор.
...pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its 'arch "d and pond'rous roof, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror...And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to 1117 trembling he Of this passage, Dr. Johnson says, " that if he u were to select from... | |
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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... 
