 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 80 pàgines
...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...absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ! Tel) me, my soul, can this be Death ? HI. The world recedes !... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 426 pàgines
...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...absorbs me 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 634 pàgines
...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...absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? III. The world recedes ;... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 404 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 84 pàgines
...bliss of dying '. Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. II. Hark ! Ihey whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What...absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ! Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? III. The world recedes!... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1824 - 406 pàgines
...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 me 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... | |
 | S B Haslam - 1824 - 658 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 460 pàgines
...frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying ; O the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark...absorbs me 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... | |
 | 1825 - 132 pàgines
...frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark!...absorbs me 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... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 pàgines
...mortal frame ; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying. Cease, fond native, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark...absorbs me 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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Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? 
