 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.  Sporting Magazine - Page 1951828Full view - About this book
 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 pages
...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 - 438 pages
...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.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 478 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 474 pages
...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... | |
 | Several Hands - 1781 - 588 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1781 - 276 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Davies - 1784 - 528 pages
...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... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 pages
...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.... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 pages
...cold, And shoot a chillness 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.... | |
 | 1798 - 606 pages
...a chillnefs 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... | |
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