 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 - 1820 - 430 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 the4>owers of a poet; he feels what he remembers tojTave_felt_before... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1820 - 416 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... | |
 | Thomas Zouch, Francis Wrangham - 1820 - 466 pages
...terror in 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 name : Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with it's echoes.... | |
 | 1821 - 648 pages
...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 - 446 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, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 452 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 - 1824 - 438 pages
...terrour 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...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... | |
 | 1824 - 348 pages
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, a»d let me hear thy voice — Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Horror. HARK ! — the death-denouncing trumpet sounds The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onset.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 674 pages
...aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembhng heart. Give me thy hand, 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,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 520 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. i He who reads these lines enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
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