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" And 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 hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... "
The Works of Lord Byron - Page 447
by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1904
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British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John ...

John Bell - 1791 - 294 pages
...terror on my aking 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 ; 60 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon....
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A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Parnell. Garth. Rowe ...

1795 - 846 pages
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombt 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, »nd let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echo». He who reads thefe...
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The Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets: Prior. Congreve. Blackmore ...

Samuel Johnson - 1794 - 424 pages
...terror on my aching fight j the tOtnbs And monumental caves of death look7 co'ld, And fhoot a chilnefs to my trembling hea'rt. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; E 4 Nay, Nay, quickly (peak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes....
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Jones's British Theatre, Volume 2

William Jones - 1795 - 446 pages
...terror on my aking fight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot a chillnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 6:i Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon....
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Johnson's Lives of the the English Poets: Abridged: with Notes and Illustrations

Samuel Johnson - 1797 - 278 pages
...terror on my aching fight ; ihe tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And lhoot 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 affright* me with its echoes. " He who reads thefe...
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Bell's British Theatre, Volume 19

John Bell - 1797 - 462 pages
...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 to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon....
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A New and General Biographical Dictionary: Containing an Historical and ...

1798 - 604 pages
...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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Lives

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 pages
...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 hear thy voice j >Ja/, quicily speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my owe affrights me with its •chocs. He...
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The Port Folio, Volume 3

1810 - 566 pages
...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 to me,...Thy voice;— my own affrights me with its echoes. Leo. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may...
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Lives of English poets

Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 536 pages
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and 1st 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 lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before...
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