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" And 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 voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with... "
British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John ... - 31 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Lives

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.

Samuel Johnson - 1801 - 424 ÆäÀÌÁö
...terror on my aching fight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And fhoot 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 affrights me with its echoes. He who...
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The Port Folio, 3±Ç

1810 - 566 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity, h strikes an awe And terror on my nking sight; the tombs And 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...
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The Life of David Garrick, Esq, 1±Ç

Arthur Murphy - 1801 - 434 ÆäÀÌÁö
...aloft its 'arch "d and pond'rous roof, Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to 1117 trembling he Of this passage, Dr. Johnson says, " that if he u were to select from...
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The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, 2±Ç

Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and immoveablc. " Looking tranquillity, it strikes an awe " And terror to my aching sight ! The tombs, " And monumental caves of death look cold, " And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart." They assimilated with ray own thoughts at that moment, and I felt...
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The British drama, 1±Ç

British drama - 1804 - 954 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and ¢®mmoveable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look...cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart Give roe thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me new Thy voice — my...
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The British drama, 1±Ç

British drama - 1804 - 946 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and immoveable. Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe 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...
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The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces ..., 1±Ç

Great Britain - 1804 - 716 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chiiness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nsy, quickly speak to...
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The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies

1804 - 510 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and immoveable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a diillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to...
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The Lives of the Most Celebrated English Poets, with Criticisms. Extracted ...

Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 322 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weight made stedfast and immoveable ! Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And 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 ; Nay, quickly speak...
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