 | 1821 - 359 páginas
...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 away....quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1821 - 72 páginas
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, forid 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 niy breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ; The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Selection - 1822 - 421 páginas
...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 away."...recedes ; it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears With sounds seraphic ring. Lend, lend your wings, I mount, 1 fly ; O Grave ! where is thy... | |
 | Allen Fisk - 1822 - 176 páginas
...'lying Î Cease, loud nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they wisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heav'n opens oh my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ;... | |
 | 1842
...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."...shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath f Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? " The world recedes, it disappears, Heaven opens on my eyes,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822
...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 away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? III. The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | John Platts - 1822 - 764 páginas
...pain, the bFiss 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 oreath ; Tell me, my soul, can this be Death? The world recedes ; it disappears !... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822
...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 away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death? III. The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | West Church (Boston, Mass.) - 1823 - 360 páginas
...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 away.'...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... | |
 | Central Universalist Society (Boston, Mass.) - 1823 - 450 páginas
...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 away....world recedes — it disappears ! — Heaven opens to mine eyes ! mine ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I flyf O grave... | |
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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. 
