| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 582 стор.
...terrour on my aching sight; the tombs Ami monumental <-aves of death look cold, Ami shuot a chilnegs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 598 стор.
...monumental caves of death look cold, Arvl shoo' a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy baud, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 596 стор.
...cold, AD'! shoot a chilness to my trembline heart. eivf ше Iby liand, and let me hear thy Toice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| Friedrich Bouterwek - 1810 - 500 стор.
...aking Sight; the Tombi And Monumental -Caves of Death look cold. And (boot a Chilncfs' to my Ambling 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 Echo's. b) Sotigreve'á... | |
| 1811 - 718 стор.
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness I'll love thee as well as I can. Ore. Noble Bassanes,...give me patience too, Heaven,! beseech thee! Org. Ac increase your melancholr. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 378 стор.
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 380 стор.
...terror on jny aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| British drama - 1811 - 712 стор.
...terror on my aching 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 л oice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - 540 стор.
...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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to... | |
| David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 492 стор.
...terror on rny aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death lock cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and, let...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me iritl^ it» echoes. * " ' " Не who reads these lines enjoys " for a moment the powers of a " poet... | |
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