 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 80 pagine
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. II. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come...shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ! Tel) me, my soul, can this be Death ? HI. The world recedes ! it disappears'. I lea v'n opens on... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 426 pagine
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say, Sister spirit, come...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears... | |
 | S B Haslam - 1824 - 658 pagine
...life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper — angels say, " Sister spirit, come away !" — What is this ahsorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight? Drowns...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes ! — it disappears ! — Heav'u opens on mine eyes ! — mine ears With sounds... | |
 | Minstrel - 1824 - 246 pagine
...ling'ring, flying; Ob the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And I«t me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels...What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, sbuts my sight. Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul can this be death? The world... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 398 pagine
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, 5 And let me languish into life ! II. Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister spirit, come...absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight ? 10 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? in. The world recedes... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 404 pagine
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, 5 And let me languish into life ! II. Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister spirit, come...absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight ? 10 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? III. The world recedes... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 406 pagine
...Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper ! Angela say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 pagine
...mortal frame ; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying. Cease, fond native, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark...? The world recedes, it disappears ; Heaven opens to my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings, 1 mount, I fly ; O grave, where... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pagine
...quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying ; Oh the pain, the bliss, of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? — Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? The world recedes ! — it disappears... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 490 pagine
...pain, the bliss, of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife ; And let me languish into life. II. Hark ! they whisper. Angels say, Sister spirit, come...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my spul, can this be death ? III. The world recedes : it disappears.... | |
| |
The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting... 
