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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. "
Longinus on the sublime; construed literally and word for word; with a free ... - Page 27
by Dionysius Cassius Longinus - 1873
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Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and ...

Robert Chambers - American literature - 1902
...tumults in my breast ; For while I gazed in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost ; My Your inherent portion of dirt does not fail of acquisitions...from below ; and one insect furnishes you with a In dewy damps my limbs were chilled. My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot...
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Masterpieces of Greek Literature: Homer: Tyrtaeus: Archilochus: Callistratus ...

John Henry Wright - English literature - 1902 - 456 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 all my vital frame ; 10 O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were...
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The World's Best Poetry ...

John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - English poetry - 1904
...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...
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The World's Best Poetry: Love; introductory essay: The future of poetry, by ...

English poetry - 1904
...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 all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness lump; My ears with hollow murmurs rung; In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; My blood with gentle horrors...
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Fireside Papers

Frederic Rowland Marvin - American essays - 1915 - 357 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...
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Art Principles with Special Reference to Painting: Together with Notes on ...

Ernest Govett - Aesthetics - 1919 - 379 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 all...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...
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The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1

William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 1100 pages
...breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed ; the subtle flame Han quick through all my v-tal 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...
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 26

1871
...my voice was lost. " My bosom glowed ; the subEile 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...
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Abandoned Women and Poetic Tradition

Catherine R. Stimpson, Lawrence Lipking, PH D, Lawrence Lipking - Literary Criticism - 1988 - 300 pages
...Transport tost, My Breath was gone, my Voice was lost: My Bosom glow'd; the subtle Flame Ran quick thro' 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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Early American Literature and Culture: Essays Honoring Harrison T. Meserole

Kathryn Zabelle Derounian-Stodola - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 264 pages
...Transport tost My Breath was gone my Voice was lost. My Bosom glow'd; the subtle Flame Run quick this all my vital Frame; O'er my dim Eyes a Darkness hung; My Ears with hollow Murmurs rung. In dewy Damps my Limbs seem chill'd. My Blood with gentle Horrors thrill'd; My feeble Pulse forgot...
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