| Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 стор.
...— finer than any one in Shakspeare. And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness 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... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 344 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." He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 484 стор.
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillncss 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... | |
| Edward Young - 1854 - 116 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...voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Our last topic is, i®. Cfje foeal, or poetfral element.... | |
| Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - 386 стор.
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monnmental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, qnickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." s22 A part... | |
| Robert Macoy - 1855 - 442 стор.
...to dio within me. And eurth-born cares Lessen their eager grasu. Whore am 1 1 Give me thy hand, imd let me hear thy voice. Nay quickly speak to me, and let me hear thy voice : Mine own affnghts me with its very cohos." To build up man, then, worthy to become the temple, the... | |
| Washington Irving - 1855 - 402 стор.
...words of the poet: — — tl The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chitlncss to my trembling heart! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing but... | |
| Francis Thayer Russell - 1882 - 330 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. Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear — My own affrights me with its echoes. 3. Fear. ("Whispering Voice: "Guttural Quality.") I.'AUBAH,... | |
| William Russell - 1882 - 332 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. Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear — My own affrights me with its echoes. . 3. Fear. (Whispering Voice: "Guttural Quality.") CALIRAN,... | |
| Washington Irving - 1865 - 488 стор.
...the words of the poet : — "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 voice ; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; Mine own aflrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
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