 | 1828 - 360 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss, of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark ! they whisper ; angels say. * Sister spirit, come away...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... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1829 - 396 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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....world recedes — it disappears ! — Heaven opens pA my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave... | |
 | 1829
...strife, And let me languish into life. 3 Hark ! they whisper ! angels say, Pister spirit, come away Í. What is this absorbs me quite — Steals my senses,...3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my eats With sounds seraphic ring! LeJid, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! ¬° grave, where... | |
 | Sebastian Streeter, Russell Streeter - 1829 - 408 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | 1918 - 4009 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! reast; And we will pray that from their spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven... | |
 | Joseph Casimir Sasia - 1918 - 562 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Come, 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? 10 Rom. viii. 18. The world recedes,... | |
 | Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1011 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath t Tell me, my soul, can this be Death t The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1908 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! * Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? ia The world recedes ; it disappears... | |
 | 1925
...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 away!...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! Heav'n... | |
 | Frank Johnson Metcalf - 1925 - 373 ÆäÀÌÁö
...i!' absent relatives it will be a consolation to know that be was surrounded by the kindest friends. "What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my Dreath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death? Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic... | |
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