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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! "
The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of Religion - 1. oldal
szerző: Edward Young - 1826 - 288 oldal
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 oldal
...man is man ! Triumphantly distressed ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarmed ! What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's...grave ! Legions of angels can't confine me there. i PLEASURE. I I PLEASURES are fled, and fewer we enjoy ; If seized at last, compute your mighty gains...

McGuffey's Newly Revised Eclectic Fourth Reader: Revised and Improved

William Holmes McGuffey - 1849 - 348 oldal
...distressed ! what joy ! what dread ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy! 35. 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,...

Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

John Milton - 1850 - 602 oldal
...immortal ! insect infinite ! 80 A worm ! A god !— I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At borne a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised,...alarm'd ; What can preserve my life ! or what destroy An angels arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 90 'Tis past...

Beauties of the British Poets ...

George Croly - 1850 - 442 oldal
...man is man ! Triumphantly distressed ! What joy ! what dread I Alternately transported and alarmed ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's...grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. PROCRASTINATION. Be wise to-day ; 'tis madness to defer : Next day the fatal precedent will plead ;...

Class Book of Prose and Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Best ...

Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 oldal
...man is man ! Triumphantly distressed ! what 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 ; 35 Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While...

Poetical reader, by J. Martin

James Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) - 1880 - 232 oldal
...distress'd! what joy! what dread! A Iteruately transported and alarm'd! What can preserve my life 1 or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from...the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. Edward Young (1684 — 1765). VIRTUE. 1. The triumphs that on vice attend Shall ever in confusion end...

Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American Poetry

Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 oldal
...to man is man! Triumphantly distressed! what joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarmed ! gifts of God are strown, The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood a mo from tho grave ; Legions of angels can't confine ino there. THE DEPARTED LIVE. NICUT I. E'en silent...

The Rainbow, a magazine of Christian literature, 19. kötet

1883 - 592 oldal
...Trinmphantly distressed, what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported and alarmed. What can pursue my life, or what destroy '? An angel's arm can't snatch...grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there." 190 CHRISTIANITY PAGANIZED. He fitly closes this tortured paradox, loug drawn out, with the masterful...

The Home Beyond: Or Views of Heaven, & Its Relation to Earth, by Over Four ...

Bishop Samuel Fallows - 1884 - 524 oldal
...strength excel Our secret, sworn, eternal foes, Countless, invisible. CHARLES WBSLEY. An angel's hand can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. YOUNG. i'SI,r•- "T^Kr*'' •^f^ AINJPLY YMPA'THY. OUR BELOVED. ND our beloved have departed. While...

Bell's Ladies' Reader: a Class-book of Poetry for Schools and Families. With ...

David Charles Bell - 1885 - 344 oldal
...man is man ! Triumphantly distressed ! what joy, what dread 1 Alternately transported and alarmed. What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Millions of angels can't confine me there. O.—ON DEATH.— Young. Where the prime actors of the...




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