 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 398 pages
...pain, the 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...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, William Roscoe - 1824 - 404 pages
...pain, the 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...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... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 406 pages
...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...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears... | |
 | Minstrel - 1824 - 246 pages
...the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And I«t me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say. Sister spirit, come...What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, sbuts my sight. Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul can this be death? The world... | |
 | S B Haslam - 1824 - 658 pages
...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 !" — What is this ahsorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight? Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 pages
...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....seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! Oh grave I where is thy victory ? Oh death ! where is thy sting ? AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM. Written... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 pages
...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...? The world recedes, it disappears ; Heaven opens to my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings, 1 mount, I fly ; O grave, where... | |
 | 1825 - 208 pages
...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 :... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pages
...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... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 490 pages
...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.... | |
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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... 
