| George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 556 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. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World :' it was damned... | |
| George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 1042 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. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World:' it was damned... | |
| 1822 - 608 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." " Si sic omntii" this tragedy would stand on a lofty pedestal of fame indeed, and fully equal the most... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1826 - 446 стор.
...tranqui And terror on my acng sgt; te toms And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own afl'rights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ;... | |
| Owen Williams - 1828 - 926 стор.
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Oive me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly...Thy voice — my own affrights me -with its echoes. Lean. Let us return : the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. Il... | |
| Owen Williams - 1828 - 930 стор.
...trembling heart Give me thy band, and let me hear thy voice KIT, quii-Lly speak to me, and let me hear Tij voice— my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon....return: the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot ncld to that No, I will on; snow me Anselmo's... | |
| 1828 - 560 стор.
...tombs Anil monumental caves of death look com, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart ! 194 105 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes.'5 The Mausoleum at Castle Howard, however, has nothing about it of a very gloomy cast. The... | |
| George Pepper - 1829 - 486 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...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me iviih its echoes." Who, with a spark of sensibility glowing in his mind, can read these lines in which... | |
| Edinburgh encyclopaedia - 1830 - 828 стор.
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold> And sh.oot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...me hear Thy voice— my own- affrights me with its echoee. W CONI, or CUNEO, frorrr the Latin citlieus, a wecW, is a large fortified town of France, and... | |
| British theatre - 1831 - 922 стор.
...teiTor 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; show me Anselmo's... | |
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