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 | British theatre - 1831 - 922 pages
...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 its echoes. Leon. Let us return : the horror of this place And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1834 - 724 pages
...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 aflrighli me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he... | |
 | William Wycherley, Leigh Hunt - 1840 - 782 pages
...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. Leon. Let us return ; the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840 - 742 pages
...look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling hean. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; ils echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1843 - 718 pages
...chillness to my trembling heart Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ^ Nay, quickly speak tu having been originally written, And oh ! 'twas this that ende echoes He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 pages
...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... | |
 | Charles Churchill, William Tooke - 1844 - 400 pages
...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... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 pages
...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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
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