 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 páginas
...the 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...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes, it disappears ; Heaven opens to my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend,... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 460 páginas
...the 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...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 :... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 páginas
...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 away....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 : Lend,... | |
 | 1825 - 208 páginas
...strife, And let me languish into life ; Hark ! they whisper, angels say, Sister, Spirit come away. 3 What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts...my breath — Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 4 The world recedes, it disappears, Heav'n opens on my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring :... | |
 | 1825 - 140 páginas
...and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in." I. 121 CHAPTER XII. ••Hark ! they whisper, angels say ' Sister spirit,...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death i "The world recedes, it disappears —... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 490 páginas
...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.... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 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,...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... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 páginas
...lingering,'flying, .• — f -i •. .- -I 10 Hark! they whisper—angels say, -.3,-•i,..,; <,-••. " Sister spirit, come away"— What is this absorbs...draws my breath ?•— Tell me, my soul, can this be—death? With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount! I iTy7 O Grave ! Where is thy... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 164 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life. Drowhs my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can...this be death ? 3. The world recedes ; it disappears ; Heav'n opens on my eyes ! My ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I... | |
 | Henry Forster Burder, Isaac Watts - 1826 - 476 páginas
...senses, shuts, my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath,?.—, \\r,-- Tell me, my soul! can this 3 The world recedes ! — it disappears !— Heaven...eyes ! — my ears With sounds seraphic ring!—: • • ' '• }|(' 3=>3 Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 6 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. 
