 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 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. 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 432 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...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,... | |
 | Frederick Saunders, Minnie K. Davis - 1899 - 768 oldal
...How reason reels! Oh, what a miracle to man is man I Triumphantly distressed! what joy! what dread ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy! An angel's...the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. EDWARD YOUNO. THE CONVICT SHIP. /S1\ORN on the water! and, purple and W/ bright, Bursts on the billows... | |
 | John Dennis - 1899 - 294 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.' The opening of the ninth and last book will give a more favourable illustration of Young's style: 1... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 860 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. Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread :... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 864 oldal
...man is man, Triumphantly distressed ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarmed ! re too great : I listened and cried when she sung,..." 1 How foolish was I to believe She could dote on Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread :... | |
 | 1904 - 384 oldal
...future state of existence." The feeling, in fact, is universal. Who has not said with the poet Young : " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave : Legions of angels can't conf1ne me there." Shall we reject a hope which is the common heritage of humanity, and which is strongest... | |
 | John Dennis - 1906 - 286 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." The opening of the ninth and last book will give a more favourable illustration of Young's style :... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1906 - 844 oldal
...reason reels! Triumphantly distress'd ! what 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; 90 Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While... | |
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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! 
