 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - عدد الصفحات: 1164
...world, and not a ftone Tell where I lie. 2o ODE. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL. I. \7 ITAL fparfc of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame...Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the blifs of dying ! Ceal'e, fond Nature, ceafe thy ftrife, 5 And let me languifh into life. II. Hark !... | |
 | Sir Richard Steele - 1787 - عدد الصفحات: 264
...verfes of Adrian, but the fine fragment of Sappho, &c. The DYING CHRISTIAN to his SOUL. ODE. Vital fpark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame...hoping, lingering, flying, -— ~" Oh the pain, the blifs of dying ! Ceafe, fond Nature, ceafe thy ftrife, And let me languifh into life. *f It has been... | |
 | 1794 - عدد الصفحات: 918
...world, and not a ftone Tell where I lie. ODE. Ч Hl DTIKG CHRISTIAN TO Hit SOVL. ' , • I. VITAL fpark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame...Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the blif» of dying ! Ceafe, fond Nature, ceafe thy ftrife, And let me languilh into life. ii. Hark! theywhifper;... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 906
...the world, and not a Done Tell where I lie-. ODE. THE nriNG CHRISTIAN TO ИМ S0»l» I. VITAL fpark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame...Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the blifs of dying ! Ceafe, fond Nature, ceafe thy ftrife. And let me ianguifh into life, ii. Hark! theywhifper;... | |
 | 1796 - عدد الصفحات: 500
...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 - 174? - عدد الصفحات: 64
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 | Herbert Mends - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...i. 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, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. n. Hark ! they' whisper ; angels say, Sister spirit, come away, What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals... | |
 | Abner Kneeland - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...POPE. VlTAL 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...me languish into life. Hark, they whisper ; Angels say,Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses shuts my sight, Drowns... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 236
...I. 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,...! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. i II. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals... | |
 | Abner Kneeland - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 462
...Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark, they whisper ; Angels sa}% Sister .Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses shuts my sight, t)rowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it... | |
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Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me 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! 
