 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 its echoes.  Bell's British Theatre - 31 페이지 편집 - 1797전체보기 - 도서 정보
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1843 - 718 페이지
...chillness to my trembling heart Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ^ Nay, quickly speak tu 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... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 페이지
...death look cold, 1 Milton. - Burns. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand — and let me hear Thy voice: my own affrights me with its echoes. 1 The reeling clouds Stagger with dizzy poise. While rising slow, Blank, in the leaden-colour'd East,... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1844 - 400 페이지
...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 its echoes." 822] A part in the then revived comedy of the Pilgrim, by Beaumont and Fletcher, in the dramatis personae... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 페이지
...Shakspcare. What I mean is. that you can show me no passage where there issimplyadcscription of material B increase your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but cannot add to 'Ь°' No, I will on ; show me Anselmo's... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 페이지
...look cold, And shoot a clullness 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. LAWRENCE EUSDEN. YOKKSHIRE supplied one name to the list of Poets Laureate, in the subject of this... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 페이지
...death, look And shool a ehillntss 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 &f-frights me with its echoes. Tis night! the season when the happy — take Repose, and only witches... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1847 - 454 페이지
...look cold, And shoot a chilness to the 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." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1851 - 438 페이지
...look cold, And shoot a dullness to the 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." But though I felt the poetry of the edifice, so little had my Presbyterian education led me to associate... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 페이지
...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. Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy. Exerts my spirits, and my present fears Are lost in dread of greater ill.... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 페이지
...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 mo with its echoes. Lam. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy.... | |
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