 | William Peter - English poetry - 1847 - 568 pages
...I gazed in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed ; a subtle ñame Ran quick through all my vital frame; O'er my dim...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... | |
 | Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd, Charles James Blomfield - Greek literature - 1851 - 414 pages
...tumults in my breast ; For, while I gazed, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost ; My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Ran quick through...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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1851 - 616 pages
...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. In dewy damps my limbs were chilled, My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot... | |
 | 1851 - 794 pages
...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 through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a daikness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with... | |
 | C. Gough - 1853 - 414 pages
...breast; For while I gazed, 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...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... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 566 pages
...For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. III. 'My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame:...eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rang. IV. 'In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'dl My feeble pulse... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - Spectator (London, England : 1711) - 1853 - 544 pages
...tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost: HI. ' My bosom glow'd : the subtle flame Ban quick thro' all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. IV. 1 In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot... | |
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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. 
