human
I feel death rising higher still and higher, Within my bosom; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass, _And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air_.
gpt
Something like That voice, methinks, I should have somewhere heard; But floods of woe have hurried it far off Beyond my ken of soul.
human
Aurengzebe
gpt
Live still! oh live! live even to be unkind!