 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 - Stran 31uredili: - 1797Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | John Evans - 1818 - 564 strani
...look cold, And shoot a thrilling 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 very echoes ! The dissenters in this city are numerous, and have enjoyed the labours of Mr. James Pierce... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 strani
...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...return ; the horror of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. It may my fears, but-cannot add to that. No, I will on ; shew me Anselmo's... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1819 - 376 strani
...look cold, 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 eohoes* He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | 1819 - 896 strani
...to my trembling heart. Give me thine hand, and let me hear thy voice — Nay.quirkly speak tome,and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes." The sensations produced by these lines are somewhat like those we should feel were we in the situation... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1820 - 430 strani
...look cold, 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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the4>owers of a poet; he feels what he remembers tojTave_felt_before... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1820 - 416 strani
...look cold, 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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | Thomas Zouch, Francis Wrangham - 1820 - 466 strani
...look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and- let me hear thy name : Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice : my own affrights me with it's echoes. (Mourning Bride, II. S.) Upon this play he received some complimentary verses from Miss... | |
 | 1821 - 648 strani
...look cold, And <hoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give rue 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. In contrast to this let us glance at the other. The temple of Fame in the clouds — Thalia and Melpomene... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 446 strani
...look cold, 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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - 452 strani
...look cold, 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. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers to have... | |
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