Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Dying Christian to his Soul
Sister spirit, come away!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Dying Christian to his Soul
Related:
- Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Dying Christian to his... - Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian... - Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting? -- Alexander Pope (1688... - His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line... - For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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Alexander... - Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer,... - Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is,
but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined... - Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - The Jews and Arabs should settle their disputes in the true spirit
of Christian charity.
Alexander...
