 Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in 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...  The British Essayists: Spectator - Page 252edited by - 1823Full view - About this book
 | English poetry - 1840 - 372 pages
...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 cMH'd, My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and... | |
 | sir William Cathcart Boyd - 1843 - 444 pages
...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...feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away. J A Fragment. The following lines were addressed to an arrogant illiterate woman, vain of... | |
 | Jane Porter - English fiction - 1845 - 336 pages
...voice was lost. " My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame " Ran quick through all my mortal frame ! ' O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; ' My ears with hollow murmurs rung. ' In ilewy damps my limbs were chiWd ; ' Mi/ blood with gentle horrors thnlCd ! ' My feeble pulse forgot... | |
 | Michel de Montaigne, William Hazlitt - 1845 - 786 pages
...my voice was lost. My bosom glowed, the subtle llame K.in quirk through all my vital frame ; ОЧт my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung." So that it is not in the height and greatest fur of the fit that we are in a condition to pour oi our... | |
 | William Peter - English poetry - 1847 - 562 pages
...gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed ; a subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs...feeble pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and died away.* THE DESERTED WIFE. THE moon has set, and o'er the seas Throw their last glance the Pleiades... | |
 | William Peter - English poetry - 1847 - 568 pages
...gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed ; a subtle ñame Ran quick through all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. II. ^OME, gentle Youth, and in thy flowing locks Witli delicate fingers weave a fragrant crown Df aromatic... | |
 | 1851 - 794 pages
...bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a daikness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps...feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted, sunk, and died away. With all respect for the taste of Mr. Addison, we cannot help thinking that some undue or... | |
 | Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd, Charles James Blomfield - Greek literature - 1851 - 414 pages
...my voice was lost ; My bosom glowed ; 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 chilled; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1851 - 616 pages
...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. In dewy damps my limbs were chilled, My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk,... | |
 | Pierce Egan - Peasant uprisings - 1851 - 624 pages
...one word— whether thy tale be true?" SHAEBPEBE. " O'er my dim eyes a darkness bun;r. My ears wish hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrors tbrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play— I fainted, sunk, and died away." AHBBOBE PHILIPB. j?AT... | |
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