 Alas ! for me shall May in vain The powers of life restore ; These eyes that weep and watch in pain Shall see her charms no more. No, no, this anguish cannot last! Beloved friends, adieu! The bitterness of death were past, Could I resign but you. But...  Psyche: With Other Poems - Stran 226avtor: Mary Tighe - 1812 - 230 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1811 - 562 strani
...adieu ! The bitterness of death were past, Could I resign but you. ' But oh ! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, That soul, which seems on...agonizing grasp Of terror and regret, To all in life iis love would clasp Clings close and closer yef. ' Yet why, immortal, vital spark! Thus monally opprest... | |
 | 1813 - 670 strani
...death were past, Could 1 resign but you. But oh 1 in every mortal pang That rends my soul from lite, That soul, which seems on you to hang Through each...opprest ? Look up, my soul, through prospects dark, Thine heavenly being trust :— Ah, vain attempt 1 my coward heart And bid thy terrors rest; Forget,... | |
 | 1824 - 514 strani
...but you. But, oh! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, That sonl, which seems on yon to hang Through each convulsive strife, Even now,...opprest? Look up, my soul, through prospects dark, • , . i And bid thy terrors rest; 1 This was the last production of Mrs, Henry Tighe, penned' only... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 334 strani
...adieu ! The bitterness of death were past Could I resign but you. But oh ! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, That soul, which seems on...strife ; — • • Even now with agonizing grasp Of sorrow, and regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings close and closer yet. Yet why, immortal... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 338 strani
...adieu ! The bitterness of death were past Could I resign but you. But oh ! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, , That soul, which seems...convulsive strife ; — Even now with agonizing grasp Of sorrow and regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings close and closer yet. Yet why, immortal... | |
 | Richard Ryan - 1826 - 332 strani
...seems on you to hang, Through each convulsive strife ; — Even now with agonizing grasp Of sorrow and regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings close and closer yet. Vet why, immortal vital spark ! Thus mortally opprest? Look up, my soul, through prospects dark ! .... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 strani
...which seems on yon to hang, Tbrough each convulsive strife, — Even now with agonizing grasp Of ierror and regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings...vital spark Thus mortally opprest? Look up my soul tbrough prospects dark, And hid thy terrors rest ; Forget, forego thy eartbly part, Thine heavenly... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 strani
...resign hut you. But oh! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, That soul which see ms on yon to hang, Through each convulsive strife, — Even...regret, To all in life its love would clasp, Clings cluse and cluser yet. Vet why, immortal, vital spark Thus mortally opprest? Look op my soul through... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 strani
...adieu ! The bitterness of death were past, Could I resign but you. But oh ! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, — That soul, which seems...Thus mortally opprest ? Look up, my soul, through prospeets dark And bid thy terrors rest ; Forget, forego thy earthly part, Thine heavenly being trust... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 strani
...adieu ! The bitterness of death were past, Could I resign but you. But oh ! in every mortal pang That rends my soul from life, — That soul, which seems on you to hanp Through each convulsive strife, Even now, with agonizing grasp Of terror and regret, To all in... | |
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