| David Erskine Baker - 1812 - 500 стор.
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a cbilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...voice; 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... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - 538 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... | |
| 1813 - 536 стор.
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy Rand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to 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... | |
| Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 стор.
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart, tiive me thy hand and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...me hear Thy voice ;—my own affrights me with its echo%a.' Mm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on : shew me Anselmo's tomb.— Lead... | |
| Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - 450 стор.
...death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear lliy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with iU echoes. Leon. Let us return : the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1816 - 504 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 rememhers to have... | |
| John Evans - 1818 - 564 стор.
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a thrilling to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its very echoes ! The dissenters in this city are numerous, and have enjoyed the labours of Mr. James Pierce... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 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...return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but-cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1819 - 376 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...me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its eohoes* He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1820 - 430 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 the4>owers of a poet; he feels what he remembers tojTave_felt_before... | |
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