 | 1818 - 106 páginas
...the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me lanuish into life. What is this absorbs me 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; Heav'n... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 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...With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. CANTO I. WHAT dire offence... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 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...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... | |
 | Robert White ALMOND - 1819 - 204 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,...draws my breath ?" — Tell me, my soul ! can this be de'athi^ 3. The world recedes ! — it disappears ! — Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears With... | |
 | 1843 - 628 páginas
...read.' He then desired me to repeat to him the last verse of Pope's ' Dying Christian to his Soul.' • The world recedes, it disappears, Heaven opens on...With sounds seraphic, ring. Lend, lend your wings ; I mount— I fly !— O Grave ! where is thy victory ! O Death 1 where is thy sting! " ' And now,'... | |
 | 1819 - 494 páginas
...once more, asked him if he still felt r{0 j ? he answered, " 0 yes, happy, happy ! al11 Delirious : " The world recedes, it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears With sounds seraphic ring." I shall soon be in heaven with my dear companion, Samuel Cross, and walk the streets of the New Jerusalem... | |
 | 1820 - 280 páginas
...the 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...quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight? Drowns my spirit, draws rny breaih ? Tell me my soul can this be death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears!... | |
 | Isaac Watts, James Manning Winchell - 1820 - 308 páginas
...fond nature, cease thy strife,^ And let me languish into life, • 2 Hark ! they whisper, angels sayr Sister spirit, come away ! What is this absorbs me...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breathTell me, my soul, can thia'be death I 3 The world recedes, .it disappears, Heaven... | |
 | 1821 - 378 páginas
...the 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...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... | |
 | Hosea Ballou - 1821 - 408 páginas
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life 1 2 Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say, Sister spirit, come...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears ! — Heaven opens to mine eyes ! mine 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. 
