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" And 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 voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... "
The Irish Shield and Monthly Milesian - Página 167
editado por - 1829
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Bell's British Theatre, Volumen19

John Bell - 1797 - 462 páginas
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquil t ,. It strikes an awe And terror on my aking 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 hear thy voice; 60 Nay, quickly speak...
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A New and General Biographical Dictionary: Containing an Historical and ...

1798 - 604 páginas
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And (hoot a chillnefs to my trembling 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 echoes. " He who reads thofe...
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Monthly Review; Or Literary Journal Enlarged

1798 - 614 páginas
...as death How reverend is the face of this tall pile, By its own weight made stcdfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice j my own affrights me with its echoes." On an island in...
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Lives

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 páginas
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight rr.ade stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror...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 j >Ja/, quicily speak to...
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The Life of David Garrick, Esq, Volumen1

Arthur Murphy - 1801 - 434 páginas
...pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its 'arch "d and pond'rous roof, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror...And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to 1117 trembling he Of this passage, Dr. Johnson says, " that if he u were to select from...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.

Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 424 páginas
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling 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 echoes. He who reads thefe...
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The Port Folio, Volumen3

1810 - 566 páginas
...weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity, h strikes an awe And terror on my nking sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my tremb'ling heart. Give me thy h;ind, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak...
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The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, Volumen2

Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 páginas
...own weight made stedfast and immoveablc. " Looking tranquillity, it strikes an awe " And terror to my aching sight ! The tombs, " And monumental caves of death look cold, " And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart." They assimilated with ray own thoughts at that moment, and I felt...
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The British drama, Volumen1

British drama - 1804 - 954 páginas
...heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and ¡mmoveable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror...cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart Give roe thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me new Thy voice — my...
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The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies

1804 - 510 páginas
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a diillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will encreuse your melancholy....
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