 The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode 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. Hark! they...  Prolusiones poeticæ; or, A selection of poetical exercises, in Greek, Latin ... - Էջ 36Prolusiones - 1788Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Alan Jacobs - 1999 - 564 էջ
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 | John S. Vaughan - 2006 - 256 էջ
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 | Rick James - 2009
...through his use of parables. Let's start our education with a few lines of verse, shall we? 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! Hark! they whisper;... | |
 | 1957 - 147 էջ
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 | Alexander Pope - 2008 - 624 էջ
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 | 1901 - 1042 էջ
...; ' fetch in that snow ! ' " The ^Dying Christian to his Soul. Ode. <By ALEXANDER TOPE. 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. Hark ! they whisper... | |
 | Peter Bullions - 1849 - 238 էջ
...our | hearts are | mourning. 'This form frequently has an additional syllable; as, Vital | spark 6f | heav'nly \flame, Quit, oh | quit, this | mortal |...Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh ! the pain, the Miss of dying : Cease fond nature, cease thy strife. And let me languish into life. 4. The fourth form... | |
 | R.D. Marsh - 1850 - 136 էջ
...enjoy myself alone, I'ma kingdom of my own. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS -SOUL. Vital spark of heavenly 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. Hark ! They whisper... | |
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