 | Washington Irving - 1861 - 450 pages
...mind the words of the poet : ' The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart ! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Ifay, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted... | |
 | Pierre Munroe Irving - 1864 - 476 pages
...dread again. You recollect " (turning to me) " the scene among the tombs, in The Mourning Bride : ' 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.' " Nothing could exceed the expressive manner in which... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1863 - 396 pages
...the words of the poet : :t The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart ! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1864 - 398 pages
...mind the words of the poet : ' The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Kay, speak — and let me hear thy voice ; Mine own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
 | Salem Town, Nelson M. Holbrook - 1864 - 516 pages
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; ' voice ; — my own affrights me with its echoes I EXERCISE XI. BULB 8. The language of scorn, contempt,... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 pages
...terror to my aching sight! the tombs and monumental caves of death look cold, and shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; FS Ill 5 66 Passages for Translation nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear thy voice; — my own... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 pages
...terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...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... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1865 - 450 pages
...the words of the poet : — " The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, Aod shoot a dullness to my trembling heart! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, speak — and let me hear thy voice; tline own affrights me with its echoes." There wanted nothing... | |
 | Marmaduke Edmonstone Browne - 1878 - 360 pages
...terror on my aking sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." The part of Almeria, originally designed' for and "... | |
 | William Henry Harrison - 1879 - 248 pages
...terror on my aching sight : the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilliness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me...voice : Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes. Let this state of mind be carried one step farther, and... | |
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And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of 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... 
