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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 ... - Trang 136
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The Works of Joseph Addison: Including the Whole Contents of Bp. Hurd ..., Tập 4

Joseph Addison - 1854 - 620 trang
...tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : in. 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. 542 SPECTATOR. [No. 229. IV. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'a...

The Spectator: With a Biographical and Critical Preface, and Explanatory ...

1854 - 630 trang
...tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost ; My bosom glow'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. . No. 230.] . THE SPECTATOB. 239 In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd; My blood with gentle horrors...

The Works of Joseph Addison: Including the Whole Contents of Bp. Hurd ..., Tập 4

Joseph Addison - 1854 - 618 trang
...tost, My breath was gone, my voice wns lost : in. 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 rang. IV. la dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'a ; My feeble pulse...

The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison: The Spectator [no. 162-483

Joseph Addison - 1854 - 542 trang
...My breath was gone, my voice was lost : III. My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Ran quick tlirough all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung...hollow murmurs rung. IV. In dewy damps my limbs were chilled ; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk,...

The Spectator

Joseph Addison - 1856 - 622 trang
...My breath was gone, my voice was lost : III.. 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. IV. In dewy damps ray limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'a ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I...

Modern English Literature: Its Blemishes and Defects

Henry Hegart Breen - 1857 - 362 trang
...fragment of Sappho, of which the concluding stanzas are thus elegantly translated by Philips :— " My bosom glow'd, the subtle flame Ran quick thro'...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...

Modern English Literature: Its Blemishes and Defects

Henry Hegart Breen - 1857 - 342 trang
...concluding stanzas are thus elegantly translated by Philips : — " My bosom glow'd, the subtle flame Ban quick thro' all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes...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 Atlantic Monthly, Tập 28

1871 - 776 trang
...my voice was lost. " My bosom glowed : the subtile flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; On my dim eyes a darkness hung : My ears with hollow murmurs rung. " With dewy damps my limbs were chilled ; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot...

The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Tập 2

Abraham Mills - 1858 - 608 trang
...tossed, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Ran quickly through my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. Iu dewy damps my limbs were chilled, My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot...

Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Tập 3

George Gilfillan - 1860 - 362 trang
...tossed, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. 3 My bosom glowed: the subtle flame quickly through my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung. 4 In dewy damps my limbs were chilled, My blood with gentle horrors thrilled; My feeble pulse forgot...




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