 | Sister Mary Domitilla - 1916 - 384 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! "Hark!" they whisper: angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!"...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul! can this be death ? The world recedes — it disappears;... | |
 | Andrew Macphail - 1916 - 542 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away...quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath : Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1916 - 160 páginas
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. n Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away....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 ;... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! reast; And we will pray that from their spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1116 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say. Sister Spirit, come away...quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight. Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me. my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Joseph Casimir Sasia - 1918 - 580 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Come, fond Nature, cease thy strife And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper — angels say: "Sister spirit, come...quite; Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 10 Rom. viii. 18. The world recedes,... | |
 | Herbert Charles O'Neill - 1919 - 480 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life. ii Hark I they whisper ; Angels say, ' Sister Spirit,...quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death ? in The world recedes : it disappears... | |
 | Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1032 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath t Tell me, my soul, can this be Death t The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Gordon Crosse - 1924 - 288 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying. Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper. Angels say : — • ' Sister Spirit,...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring !... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 páginas
...the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! * Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? ia The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
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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 ? MAN SHOULD STUDY HIMSELF, AND NOT PRY INTO GOD. 
