 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 - 1825 - 750 pages
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and Jet me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and...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 - 524 pages
...terror on m'y 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 ; Nay, quickly speak to me,-and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys,... | |
 | 1822 - 608 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...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." " Si sic omntii" this tragedy would stand on a lofty pedestal of fame indeed, and fully equal the most... | |
 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 1042 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. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World:' it was damned... | |
 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - 556 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. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World :' it was damned... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1826 - 446 pages
...tranqui And terror on my acng sgt; te toms And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own afl'rights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ;... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 926 pages
...the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Oive me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly...Thy voice — my own affrights me -with its echoes. Lean. Let us return : the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. Il... | |
 | 1828 - 560 pages
...tombs Anil monumental caves of death look com, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart ! 194 105 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes.'5 The Mausoleum at Castle Howard, however, has nothing about it of a very gloomy cast. The... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 930 pages
...to: "Thy TOice — my own affriglits me with its echoes ! ") Johnson contiuues, " He who read* these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels wbat b« remembers to have felt before; but ho feels it with great increase of sensibility; he recognises... | |
 | George Pepper - 1829 - 486 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...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me iviih its echoes." Who, with a spark of sensibility glowing in his mind, can read these lines in which... | |
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