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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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Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc: A Page for ..., Volume 1

David Herd, Sidney Gilpin - Ballads, Scots - 1870
...while I gaz'd in tranfport toft, My breath was gone, my voice was loft : My bofom glow'd ; the fubtile flame ; Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darknefs hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung : In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with...
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An Egyptian Princess, Volumes 1-2

Georg Ebers - 1870
...gone, my voice was lost." "My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; On my dim eyes a darkness hung My ears with hollow murmurs rung ; "With dewy damp my limbs were chill'dj My blood with gentle horrors thrilled ; My feeble pulse forgot...
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Golden leaves from the works of poets and painters, ed. by R. Bell

Robert Bell - 1872
...; For while I gazed, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. AMBROSE PHILIPS. My bosom glowed; the subtle flame Ran quick through all...vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My cars with hollow murmurs rung: In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled...
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Works of Michael de Montaigne: Comprising His Essays, Journey Into Italy ...

Michel de Montaigne, William Hazlitt - French literature - 1879
...tumults in my breast ; For while I gazed, in transports tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost My bosom glowed, the subtle flame Ran quick through all...O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmura rung." So that it is not in the height and greatest fury of the fit that we are hi a condition...
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Works of Michael de Montaigne: Comprising His Essays, Journey Into ..., Volume 1

Michel de Montaigne, William Hazlitt - 1875
...gazed, in transports tost, Hy breath was gone, my voice was lost. My bosom glowed, the subtle Same Ran quick through all my vital frame: O'er my dim...darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung." So that it is not in the height and greatest fury of the fit that we are in a condition to pour out...
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A NEW LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - 1876
...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...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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Sappho, a tragedy [in verse] by Stella

Estelle Anna B. Lewis - 1876
...was gone, my voice was lost ; My bosom glowed— the subtle flame Like lightning ran throngh all my 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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Mosses

Marcus Fayette Bridgman - American poetry - 1877 - 86 pages
...torments in my breast; Far 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 Elements of Rhetoric

James De Mille - English language - 1878 - 564 pages
...who fondly sits by thee, And sees and hears thee all the while, Softly speak and sweetly smile. " 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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Y Traethodydd: am y fleyddyn ..., Volume 32

Theology - 1878
...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...a darkness hung : My ears with hollow murmurs rung ; In dewy damps my limbs were chffl'd My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot...
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