 And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.  A Record of My Artistic Life - Página 177por John Burley Waring - 1873 - 311 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 páginas
...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, quickly...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1819 - 376 páginas
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly...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... | |
 | 1819 - 896 páginas
...to my trembling heart. Give me thine hand, and let me hear thy voice — Nay.quirkly speak tome,and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes." The sensations produced by these lines are somewhat like those we should feel were we in the situation... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1820 - 416 páginas
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...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 - 1820 - 430 páginas
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...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... | |
 | Thomas Zouch, Francis Wrangham - 1820 - 466 páginas
...look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and- let me hear thy name : Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with it's echoes. (Mourning Bride, II. S.) Upon this play he received some complimentary verses from Miss... | |
 | 1821 - 648 páginas
...tombs And monumental caves of deal h look cold, And <hoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give rue thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. In contrast to this let us glance at the other. The temple of Fame in the clouds — Thalia and Melpomene... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 452 páginas
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...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, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 446 páginas
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly...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 - 1824 - 438 páginas
...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, quickly...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... | |
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