 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 428 страници
...death ? III. The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heav'n 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 ? This Ode was written, we find, at the desire of Steele ; and our Poet, in a letter to... | |
 | Charles Burton - 1823 - 234 страници
...be Death ? The world recedes; it disappears ! Heav'n 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?" The spirit and character of the " Essay on Criticism" may be ascertained from such lines... | |
 | West Church (Boston, Mass.) - 1823 - 376 страници
...death ? 3 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 ? 29 HYMN CCXCIV. Six Line CM The same subject. 1 When life's tempestuous storms are o'er;... | |
 | Brick Presbyterian Church (New York, N.Y.) - 1823 - 198 страници
...death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens to 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? HYMN 212. L;M. 1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace... | |
 | 1823 - 494 страници
...peculiar interest. 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 ? 0 death where is thy sting ! She appeared to make every sentiment her own, and bowed her head to... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 84 страници
...Death ? III. The world recedes! it disappears ! Heav'n 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? * This ode was written in imitation of the famous Sonnet of Hadrian to his departing... | |
 | Elizabeth Cheney - 1914 - 330 страници
...aloft, set free from fingers and bow and strings. 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? Up, up, up, higher, fainter, sweeter, the last, trembling, far-away note came floating... | |
 | Richard Crashaw - 1914 - 136 страници
...The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : 15 Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death ! where is thy sting ? A. POPE. A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH O THOU unknown Almighty Cause Of all my hope... | |
 | Frederick Levi Wiley - 1915 - 352 страници
...of dying! 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? At two o'clock in the morning of October 22, 1808, the white soul of Benjamin Randall... | |
 | David James Burrell - 1915 - 264 страници
...cried, " The world recedes ; it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes ; mine 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? " I saw now that the light from the open sepulcher fell still beyond. On the left was... | |
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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? 
