 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
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 pages
...terror on my aching sight; tho tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand and let me...voice; Nay, quickly speak to 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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 pages
...— finer than any one in Shakspeare. And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy. Aim.. It... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1854 - 484 pages
...heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and immoveahle, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror...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 - 1854 - 344 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...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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1854 - 116 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...voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. Our last topic is, i®. Cfje foeal, or poetfral element.... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1854 - 386 pages
...terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monnmental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, qnickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." s22 A part... | |
 | 1882 - 328 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...voice. Nay, quickly speak to me,- and let me hear — My own affrights me with its echoes. ASPIRATED AND PECTORAL QUALITV. 83 3. Fear. (Whispering Voice:... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1865 - 488 pages
...the words of the poet : — "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, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; Mine own aflrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1883 - 358 pages
...mind the words 6f the poet : 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, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; My own affrights me with its echoes. There wanted nothing but... | |
 | Abby Sage Richardson - 1884 - 498 pages
...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...let me hear Thy voice, my own affrights me with its echo. Let me say, after reading this, that I know of no subject on which I would not rather take Dr.... | |
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