 | John Bell - 1796 - 480 páginas
...bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature! cease thy strife, .... f And let me languish into Hie. .IL Hark! they whisper; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away.'...absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, /O Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my Soul ! can this be Death ? IIL The world recedes... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1798 - 140 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....draws my breath ? Tell me, my Soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring :... | |
 | Herbert Mends - 1801 - 432 páginas
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. n. 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 - 1804 - 236 páginas
...bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. i 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... | |
 | Ralph Williston - 1806 - 436 páginas
...the biiss of dying ! Cease, fond nature cease, thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2. Hark! they whisper angels say, Sister spirit, come away...draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?• 9. RESURRECTION. Hymn 426. c. M. 1. T TOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign, JL JL And triumph... | |
 | Edward Barry - 1806 - 244 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.' Tb« The world recedes; it disappears... | |
 | George Richards - 1806 - 394 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....quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath r Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears!... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 474 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 288 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 away....absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 10 Drowns my spirits, draws rny breath? Tell me, my soul! can this he death? The world recedes: it... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Thomas Park - 1808 - 328 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... | |
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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. 
