 Whistling thro' hollows of this vaulted aisle : Well listen — LEONORA. Hark ! ALMERIA. No, all is hush'd and still as death.— 'Tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft...  Works - Сторінка 161автори: Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1838Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 530 стор.
...Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle We'll listen— LEONORA. Hark! ALMERIA. No, all is hush'd and still as death. — 'Tis dreadful ' How reverend...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, Nay, quickly speak to... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 418 стор.
...Whistling thro' hollows of this vaulted isle : We'll listen — LEONORA. Hark! ALMERIA. No, all is hush'd and still as death. — "Tis dreadful ! How reverend...rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1907 - 312 стор.
...through hollows of this vaulted aisle : We'll listen— Leonora. Hark ! Almeria. No, all is hush'd and still as death. — 'Tis dreadful ! How reverend...pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and pond'rous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity 1... | |
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