 | Edward Young - 1816 - 284 oldal
...down, surprised, aghast, And wond'ring at her own. How reason reels ! 0 what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd! what joy! what dread! Alternately...destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Xegions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture: all things rise in proof. While o'er... | |
 | 1838 - 884 oldal
...wondering at her own : how reason reels ! Oh, what a miracle to man is man, Trinmphantly distress 'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and...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 spreads.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 oldal
...down, surpris'd, aghast, And wondering at her own: How reason reels! O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately...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,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 oldal
...wondering at her own : How reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man, • > Triumphantly distrcss'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported and...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,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 oldal
...mnn', Triumphantly distressed' ! what joy', what dread' ! Alternately transported', and alarmed' ! What can preserve' my life ? or what destroy' ? An...can't snatch' me from the grave ; Legions' of angels cei't confine' me there. Young. 11 — On Death. , --^ WHERE the prime actors of the last year's scene,... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1820 - 636 oldal
...wondering at her own : How reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd 1 what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and...alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy I An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. "Tis past... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 412 oldal
...what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarm'd ! v What can preserve my life ? or wha$ destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'T is past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1854 - 580 oldal
...How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man ! " and this, — " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there." The npw common collocation of words, " strenuous idleness," is to be found in connection with one of... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 oldal
...down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy! what dread! Alternately...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 spreads,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 oldal
...to man is man! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread! Alternately transported and alarmVI; What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's...the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. TTis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While o'ermy limbs Sleep's soft dominion spreads,... | |
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A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy! 
