 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 418 pages
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 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 pages
...lingering,'flying, .• — f -i •. .- -I 10 Hark! they whisper—angels say, -.3,-•i,..,; <,-••. " Sister spirit, come away"— What is this absorbs...draws my breath ?•— Tell me, my soul, can this be—death? With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount! I iTy7 O Grave ! Where is thy... | |
 | 1826 - 422 pages
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 | 1826 - 416 pages
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 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pages
...ver. 3. (<) Cb. Ix. ver. 6. 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,... | |
 | Evangelical Lutheran Ministerium of the State of New York and Adjacent States and Countries - 1827 - 438 pages
...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,...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3. The world recedes ; it disappears.... | |
 | 1827 - 162 pages
...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 spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears... | |
 | 1828 - 398 pages
...quit, this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, llng'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss, of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...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 !... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1828 - 222 pages
...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...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! With... | |
 | 1828 - 134 pages
...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...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath I Tell me my soul can this be death '. The world recedes, it disappears, Heav'n... | |
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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? 
