 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarmed ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. AN ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd... | |
 | 1838 - 876 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 1838.] 588 Our Pocket Companions. Of subtler essence than the trodden clod ; Active, aerial, towering,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1839 - 300 oldal
...joy ! what dread! Alternately transported and alarm'd! What can preserve my life? or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture: all things rise in proof. While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What... | |
 | 1839 - 596 oldal
...sinners, all must bow to the awful sentence of " dust thou art, and to dust thou must return." — Even " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there." What a mercy for the people of God they cannot die unprepared —none unfit; the grace that provided... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 312 oldal
...joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. THE BLEST IN HEAVEN. i No sorrow now hangs clouding on their brow, No bloodless malady empales their... | |
 | 1840 - 372 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! "What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread,... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 318 oldal
...joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. THE BLEST IN HEAVEN. Gttei No sorrow now hangs clouding on then- brow, No bloodless malady empales... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 oldal
...dread, / | Alternately transported, and alarm'd, / | What can preserve' my life? | or what destroy,? | An an'gel's arm can't snatch me from the grave' ; | Legions of angels can't confine, me there. | THE LAND THAT WE LIVE IN. (CW THOMSON.) The land that we live1 in — | the land that we live' in,... | |
 | Gems - 1841 - 624 oldal
...joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarmed! What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ! Legions of angels can't confine me there. RESIGNATION. THESE hearts, alas ! cleave to the dust By strong and endless ties; Whilst every sorrow... | |
 | George Watterston - 1842 - 252 oldal
...sorrows, the hopes and fears, the cares and pleasures of existence. But one consolation remains — " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there." In the course of forty years, during which Congress has assembled in this city, there have not been... | |
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What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave • - . Legions of angels can't confine me there. 
