 | William Congreve - 1753 - Страниц: 82
...fhoot a chilnefs to my tremb'ing heart. Give me thy hand, and let me h^ thy voice ; Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice my own affrights me with its echo's. Leo. Let us return ; the horror of this place And filence will encreafe your melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - Страниц: 438
...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 Echos. Leon. Let us return ; the Horror of this Place And Silence, will encreafe your Melancholy. Aim.... | |
 | Several Hands - 1781 - Страниц: 588
...a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, «nd 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 reads thofe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 278
...a chilnefs to *ny 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 reads thofe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet \ he feels what he remembers to have .felt before,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 478
...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 reads thofe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he: remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - Страниц: 474
...ftiobt a chilnefs to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voicej Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.. i • i i • He who reads thofe lines enjoys far a mo-* ment the powers of a poet; he feels what he... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - Страниц: 524
...chilntfs to my trembling heart-? Give me thy hand — and let ipe-h^ar thy voicel— Nay, quickly fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice «— my own affrights me with its echoes.1 The pafiage certainly deferves much praife;. hut I would beg leave to remark, that Almeria's... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1791 - Страниц: 490
...fpeak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads thefe lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he...feels what he remembers to have felt before, but he fee's it with great increafe of fenfibility ; he recognizes a familiar image, but meets it again amplified... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - Страниц: 294
...cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; 60 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 encrease your melancholy. Aim. It may... | |
 | 1795 - Страниц: 846
...fpeak to me, »nd let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echo». He who reads thefe lines enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he bers to hare felt before, but he feels it with great increafe of fenfibility ; he recognize» a fairilir... | |
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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. 
