| John Adey - 1830 - 260 pągines
...frame ; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond naturei cease thy strife ; And let me languish into life !...quite ? — Steals my senses, — shuts my sight, — Drowns my spirit, — draws my breath > Tell me, my soul— can this be death? — 3 The world... | |
| Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1116 pągines
...mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, hng'nng, flving, 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 disappears... | |
| 1918 - 2062 pągines
...mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, same land that gave them birth Has caught them to her breast; And we will pray that from their Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears!... | |
| Joseph Casimir Sasia - 1918 - 584 pągines
...frame ! Trembling, hoping, ling 'ring, flying! Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying! Come, 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? 10 Rom. viii. 18. The world... | |
| Herbert Charles O'Neill - 1919 - 480 pągines
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life. ii Hark I they whisper ; Angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away.'...absorbs me 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... | |
| Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1032 pągines
...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 t Tell me, my soul, can this be Death t The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
| Gordon Crosse - 1924 - 288 pągines
...mortal 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 spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
| Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 pągines
...frame : Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, 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... | |
| Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 pągines
...frame : Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life !...absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? ia The world recedes ; it... | |
| 1925 - 582 pągines
...mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, 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!... | |
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