 | 1838 - 876 sivua
...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,... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 sivua
...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... | |
 | 1838 - 938 sivua
...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... | |
 | Jeremiah Whitaker Newman - 1838 - 388 sivua
...; 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,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1839 - 300 sivua
...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... | |
 | 1839 - 596 sivua
...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... | |
 | Hermann Hedwig Bernard - 1839 - 208 sivua
...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... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 sivua
...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,... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 318 sivua
...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... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 312 sivua
...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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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! 
