 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 382
...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,...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy, Alm. It may... | |
 | William Congreve - 1808 - Страниц: 412
...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...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 may... | |
 | 1809 - Страниц: 570
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a clullness to my tremb'ling 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. Lea. Let us return, the horror of this place And silence,... | |
 | 1811 - Страниц: 718
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, ble Bassanes, Mislike me not. Bats. Phew ! then we...: Thou wert ordain'd my plague; Heaven make me th Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholr. Aim. It... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - Страниц: 712
...look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy л oice ; 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. Aim. It... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - Страниц: 540
...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,...my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - Страниц: 492
...monumental caves of death lock cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and, let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to...and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me iritl^ it» echoes. * " ' " Не who reads these lines enjoys " for a moment the powers of a " poet... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - Страниц: 500
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a cbilness 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 for a moment the powers... | |
 | David Erskine Baker - 1812 - Страниц: 494
...ne hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes. мои MU С " Не who reads these Hues enjoys " for a moment the powers of a " poet ; he feels what he remem" hers to have felt before, but he " feels it with great increase of " sensibility ; he recognises... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1813 - Страниц: 538
...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,...my own affrights me with its echoes. " He who reads those lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have felt before,... | |
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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. 
