 | Charles Burton - 1823 - 80 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 !... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 396 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 fly ! O grave... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 396 páginas
...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...world recedes — it disappears ! — Heaven opens to mine eyes ! mine ears With sounds seraphic ring ; • Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly !... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824
...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 ? in. The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 67 páginas
...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 ! Tel) me, my soul, can this be Death ? HI. The world recedes ! it disappears'.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 48 páginas
...bliss of dying '. Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. II. Hark ! Ihey whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824
...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 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824
...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 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 ? III. The world recedes... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 160 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...breath ? — Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? The world recedes ! — it disappears ! — Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears With sounds seraphic... | |
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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. 
