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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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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...

Elements of Literature, Or, An Introduction to the Study of Rhetoric and ...

E. A. ANSLEY - 1849 - 288 oldal
...glory, a frail child of dust, Helpless immortal, insect infinite ! A worm, a God ! I tremble at myself, What can preserve my life, or what destroy? An angel's...grave — Legions of angels can't confine me there.", — Young. "Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods; Aspiring...

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,...

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 ;...

Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

John Milton - 1850 - 602 oldal
...surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man! 85 Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread !...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...

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...

The Early Records of the Town ...

Dedham (Mass.) - 1888 - 368 oldal
...who died of the small pox in the Hospital at Dedham, Dec. 12th, 1776, in the 50th year of his age. What can preserve my life, or what destroy? An angel's...the grave. Legions of angels can't confine me there. BOYNTON. xix, 43. John Boynton died Nov. 2, 1824. Aet. 24. Jesse P. Boynton died Feb. 23, 1825. Aet....

Echoes of Life: Or, Beautiful Gems of Poetry & Song. A Choice Collection of ...

Mrs. Grace Townsend - 1890 - 640 oldal
...to man is man! Triumphantly distressed! What joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarmed ! What can preserve my life? or what destroy? An angel's...the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. — Edward Young. Man — Woman. MAN'S home is everywhere. On ocean's flood, Where the strong ship...

Dedham Historical Register, 1-2. kötet

1890 - 430 oldal
...Relict of the Reverend Mr Jonathan Townsend. She departed this Life Sepf y 0th 1703 vEtat 7o. Ail Angels Arm can't snatch me from the Grave Legions of Angels can't confine me here. She was b. in Boston, March 17, 1091, dan. of Gregory and Jane Sugars; in. Rev. Jonathan Townsend,...

Treasury of Wisdom, Wit and Humor, Odd Comparisons and Proverbs: Authors ...

1891 - 556 oldal
...gall. Committing, as it were, self-murther. Dr. Wolcoi. A MlBACLE. 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. Young. MADE то MOURN. O man ! while in thy early years, How prodigal of time, Misspending all thy...




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