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" O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away. "
Carminum rariorum macaronicorum delectus:: in usum ludorum Apollinarum, quae ... - 136. oldal
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Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ...

John Aikin - 1810 - 414 oldal
...have so nearly in view a pattern of perfection with which he may compare the rest. My bosom glow'd, a subtle flame Ran quick thro' all my vital frame ;...a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Watts, A. Philips ...

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 oldal
...My breath was g«»nti, my voice was lost. !\iy bosom gl.jw'd ; the subtle flame Kan quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrours thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., 13. kötet

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 558 oldal
...tost, My hreath was gone, my voice was lost, My hosom glow'il ; the suhtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame , O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow milrmurs rungv In dewy damps my limhs w«re chill'd. My hlood with gentle horrours thrill'd; My feehle...

The Spectator, 9. kötet

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 300 oldal
...tost, 3Nly breath was gone, •my voice was lost, My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame iitan quick through all my vital frame.; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmu In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse...

The Essays of Michael de Montaigne, 1. kötet

Michel de Montaigne, Pierre Coste - 1811 - 572 oldal
...tumults in my breast: For while \ gaz'd in transports tost, My wreath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom, glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick thro'...a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. It appears from hence, that in the height and greatest fury of the fit, we are not in a condition to...

The Essays of Michael de Montaigne, 1. kötet

Michel de Montaigne, Pierre Coste - 1811 - 576 oldal
...tumults in my breast: For while I gaz'd in transports tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick thro'...a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. It appears from hence, that in the height and greatest fury of the fit, we are not in a condition to...

Thaddeus of Warsaw: Four Volumes in Two, 1-2. kötet

Jane Porter - 1817 - 236 oldal
...tost, " My hreath was goue, my voice waa lost. " My hosom glow'd ; the suhtle flame " Ran quick through all my vital frame; "O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; " My ears with hollow murmurs rung. " In dewy damps my limhs were chill'd ; " My hlood with gentle horrors thrill'dj " My feehle pulse...

Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., 5. kötet

Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 oldal
...toss'd, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glow'd : the subtle flame Ran quickly through my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd; My feeble pulse forgot...

A Collection of Etchings, from the Most Celebrated Ancient and Modern ...

Charles Paul Landon - 1821 - 308 oldal
...tumults in my breast; For while I gaz'd, in transport lost, My breath was gone , my voice was lost. My bosom glow'd , the subtle flame Ran quick thro'...my dim eyes a darkness hung , My ears with hollow murmurf rung. ( 84) In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd , My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My...

Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., 7. kötet

John Aikin - 1821 - 412 oldal
...transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrours thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot...




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