 | George Richards - 1808 - 400 pàgines
...heav'nly flame, Quit, O quit, this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the puin, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes — it disappears... | |
 | George Richards - 1808 - 400 pàgines
...412. PM VlTAL spark of heav'nly flame, Quit, O quit, this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond...let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper t Angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight,... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Thomas Park - 1808 - 328 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Sir Richard Steele - 1809 - 410 pàgines
...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...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!... | |
 | John Dobell - 1810 - 540 pàgines
...mortal frame : yn^ an 1 T7IT * V Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying I Ceas,e, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me...? Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soui, can this be dt-ath ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes... .my ears... | |
 | John Dobell - 1810 - 538 pàgines
...spark of heav'nly flame ! Quit, O quit this mortal frame : 1 "t TI V Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond...absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight r Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death I 3 The world recedes, it... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 536 pàgines
...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...this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my -.• • lii, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world... | |
 | William Bengo Collyer - 1812 - 980 pàgines
...fiain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, And let me'languish into life ! 3 Hark ! they whisper — angels say, " Sister spirit,...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath 7 — Tell me, my soul ! can this be death? 3 The world recedes ! — it disappears... | |
 | Thomas Jones (chaplain to the earl of Peterborough) - 1812 - 486 pàgines
...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,...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight? Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? TeU me, my soul, can this be death * The world recedes, it disappears :... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1812 - 348 pàgines
...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... | |
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