 | 1796 - 500 стор.
...the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature ! cease thy strife, f And let me languish into lite. , . 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 - 1798 - 140 стор.
...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...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 :... | |
 | Herbert Mends - 1801 - 432 стор.
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. n. Hark ! they' whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit,...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 disappears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 236 стор.
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. i 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... | |
 | Ralph Williston - 1806 - 436 стор.
...pain, the biiss of dying ! Cease, fond nature cease, thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2. Hark! they whisper angels say, Sister spirit, come...draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?• 9. RESURRECTION. Hymn 426. c. M. 1. T TOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign, JL JL And triumph... | |
 | George Richards - 1806 - 394 стор.
...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...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath r Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears!... | |
 | Edward Barry - 1806 - 244 стор.
...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.' Tb« The world recedes; it disappears... | |
 | Edward Barry - 1806 - 208 стор.
...dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angela say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be death? 189 The w wlit recedes; it disappears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 474 стор.
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 288 стор.
...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...absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 10 Drowns my spirits, draws rny breath? Tell me, my soul! can this he death? The world recedes: it... | |
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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. 
