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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 Port folio, by Oliver Oldschool - 113. oldal
1809
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 7. kötet

1838
...surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own : how reason reels ! Oh, what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately...grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 1838.] 588 Our Pocket Companions. Of subtler essence than the trodden clod ; Active, aerial, towering,...

The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading ...

Henry Marlen - 1838
...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. AN ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 44. kötet

1838
...wondering at her own : how reason reels 1 Oh, what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd 1 what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and...life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch roe from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. " 'Tis past conjecture ; all things...

The Lounger's Common-place Book: Or Miscellaneous Collections in History ...

Jeremiah Whitaker Newman - 1838
...; An heir of glory, a frail child of dust ! Helpless, immortal, insect, infinite ! A worm, a god ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there ! His arguments in favour of infinite duration in a future state, though not logically conclusive,...

Night thoughts on life, death, and immortality. [Followed by] A paraphrase ...

Edward Young - 1839
...down, surprised, aghast, And wond'ring 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, What...

The Gospel magazine, and theological review. Ser. 5. Vol. 3, no. 1-July 1874

1839
...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...

The guide of the Hebrew student, an epitome of sacred history, with easy ...

Hermann Hedwig Bernard - 1839
...of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. YOUNG. niron ann nip iK"p. nin An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. YOUNG. Man is to man the sorest, surest ill : A previous blast foretells the rising storm ; O'erwhelming...

Selections from the British Poets, 1. kötet

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840
...down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own : How reason reels ! Oh 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 spread,...

The Christian's book of gems: a selection of sacred poetry

1840 - 288 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 !...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...

The Christian's book of gems, poetry

Christian - 1840
...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 !...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...




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