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 447by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1904Full view - About this book
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 422 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...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 felt before... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 494 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...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 felt before,... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 582 pages
...terrour on my aching sight; the tombs Ami monumental <-aves of death look cold, Ami shuot a chilnegs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...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 felt before;... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 598 pages
...monumental caves of death look cold, Arvl shoo' a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy baud, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...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 felt before;... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 596 pages
...cold, AD'! shoot a chilness to my trembline heart. eivf ше Iby liand, and let me hear thy Toice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear 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 felt before;... | |
| Friedrich Bouterwek - 1810 - 500 pages
...aking Sight; the Tombi And Monumental -Caves of Death look cold. And (boot a Chilncfs' to my Ambling 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 Echo's. b) Sotigreve'á... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 380 pages
...terror on jny 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...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 felt before;... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 378 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...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 felt before... | |
| 1811 - 718 pages
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness I'll love thee as well as I can. Ore. Noble Bassanes,...: Thou wert ordain'd my plague; Heaven make me th Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholr. Aim. It... | |
| British drama - 1811 - 712 pages
...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 л oice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.... | |
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