 | 1825 - 208 pàgines
...senses, shuts my sight ; Drowns my spirits, draws my breath — Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 4 The world recedes, it disappears, Heav'n opens on...seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ; I mount I fly, 0 grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? HYMN 64. 1 "DELIGION is the chief concern,... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 490 pàgines
...draws my breath ? Tell me, my spul, can this be death ? III. 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 ? her fallen on the floor, speechless,... | |
 | 1825 - 132 pàgines
...draws my breath ! Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 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? HYMN XLI. C. M, SALVATION, O the joyful... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pàgines
...breath ? — Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? 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 ? PALMERSTONE. CIV. WHOE'ER, like me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 pàgines
...spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds 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... | |
 | 1825 - 140 pàgines
...draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death i "The world recedes, it disappears — Heaven opens on my eyes — my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings— I mount, I fly— 0 Grave ! where is thy victory f O Death ! where is thy sting ?" Pope. LEAVING Elizabeth in the possession... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 460 pàgines
...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? 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 ? A FRAGMENT. WHAT are the falling rills,... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 pàgines
...my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 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 is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? , .. 438 «««^*w Oxford.... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1826 - 164 pàgines
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life. Drowhs my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can...I O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy sting ? POPE. SECTION XXI. Epitaph on a poor and virtuous max 1. STOP, reader, here, and deign... | |
 | Abigail Eames - 1826 - 74 pàgines
...evident when those lines were repeated out of the hymn, called, " The dying Christian," namely, " Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly ! 0 grave ! where is thy victory ? 0 death ! where is thy sting ?" Having had a knowledge of ABIGAIL... | |
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