Zitate: And when the rush of war was past/Swiftly descending on a ray/Of morning light she caught the last–/Last glorious drop his heart had shed/Before its free-bornspirit fled!/‘Be this,’ she cried, as she winged her flight, ‘My welcome gift at the Gates of Light’./ […] ‘Sleep’, said the Peri, as softly she stole/The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul,/ […] Upon the tear that, warm and meek,/Dewed that repentant sinner’s cheek. […] From Heaven’s gate to hail that tear/Her harbinger of glory near/ […] ‘Joy, joy for ever! my task is done–/The Gates are past and Heaven is won!’Paradise and the Peri, Volltext, englisch
