 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 430 lehte
...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...draws my breath ? Tell me, my Soul, can this be death ? III. The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring... | |
 | 1822 - 284 lehte
...the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts...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,... | |
 | Allen Fisk - 1822 - 194 lehte
...'lying Î Cease, loud nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they wisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 396 lehte
...Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this 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. II. Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away ! What is this absorbs me quite, Steals... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 276 lehte
...VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 402 lehte
...Vital spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh <|uit this 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. II. Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away ! What is this absorbs me quite, Steals... | |
 | Selection - 1822 - 276 lehte
...spark of heavenly flame, T Quit, O, quit this 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. 2 Hark ! they whisper ; angels say " Sister spirit, come away." What is this absorbs me quite, Steals... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 392 lehte
...Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh <|uit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me lanuish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away ! What is this absorbs... | |
 | 1824 - 920 lehte
...anxious tone, he bfgan to inquire : "•What is this absorbs me quite ; Steals ray senses, shuts ray sight ; Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?" During the evening of this ever memorable day, though his bodily suffering was great, Ma. LLOYD... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - 234 lehte
...Vital spark of heav'nly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature,...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? The world recedes; it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend,... | |
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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... 
