 | Alexander Pope - 1988 - 306 pages
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 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 422 pages
...Quit, oh 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...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,... | |
 | Glenn C. Wilcox - 1993 - 366 pages
...say, Sister spirit, come Li' e — i -pHark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away ; Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite— Steals my senses, shuts my sight ' H6IZL —6 1 JO; -PP-P 184 nws my breath, Tell me, my soul, con thii be death T :|; Soft. __ /^ ~*... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1994 - 114 pages
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 | Lindley Murray - 1996 - 876 pages
...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...draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! iny oars With sounds seraphic ring:... | |
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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? 
