 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 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... | |
 | 1825 - 140 páginas
...lifted up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in." I. 121 CHAPTER XII. ••Hark ! they whisper, angels say ' Sister spirit, come away.'...draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death i "The world recedes, it disappears — Heaven opens on my eyes — my ears With sounds seraphic ring:... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 490 páginas
...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....sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my spul, can this be death ? III. The world recedes : it disappears. Heaven opens on my eyes : my ears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 páginas
...the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark I 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 ? The world recedes; it disappears!... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 484 páginas
...me languish into life. II. Hark ! they whisper. Angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is (his absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight,...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? III. The world recedes : it disappears. Heaven opens on my eyes : my ears her fallen on the floor,... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 460 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... | |
 | 1825 - 132 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 !... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying. Cease, fond native, 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 ;... | |
 | 1825 - 516 páginas
...Never were these words of the poet better applied than in her caw: — " What ie this absorb! me qnite. Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit,...draws my breath * Tell me, my soul, can this be death '" On the following day her funeral sermon was preached to a large, attentive, and weeping congregation,... | |
 | Episcopal Church - 1827 - 140 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 victory... | |
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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. 
