 | Edward Young - 1810 - 278 sivua
.... i Trinmphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread ! i Alternately transported and alarm 'd I i.' What can preserve my life? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't suatch me from the gra> e ^ Legions of angels can't confine me there. "Tis past conjecture : all things... | |
 | Edward Young - 1812 - 814 sivua
...to man is man! Triumphantly distress'd! what joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarm 'd! What can preserve my life! or what destroy! An angel's...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 diminion spreads,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1813 - 324 sivua
...aghast, And wondering at her own. How reason reels i O what a miracle to man is man ! Trinmphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported...preserve my life! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't suatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. Ti- past conjecture ; all things... | |
 | Edward Young - 1813 - 380 sivua
...what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm' d*i What can preserve my life ?«or what dfestroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from 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,... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1849 - 494 sivua
...men is man ! Triumphantly distressed ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarmed ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's...me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine mo there." Grand! but it requires the wisdom of a Swedenborg, as well as the poetic grandeur of a Young,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1815 - 332 sivua
...wond'ring at her own. How reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'*!! what joy, what dread!' Alternately transported, and...destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave j. . Legions of angels can't confine me there. "Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While... | |
 | Edward Young - 1816 - 390 sivua
...down, supris'd, 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...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 spreads.... | |
 | Edward Young - 1816 - 284 sivua
...down, surprised, aghast, And wond'ring at her own. How reason reels ! 0 what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd! what joy! what dread! Alternately...destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Xegions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture: all things rise in proof. While o'er... | |
 | Edward Young - 1817 - 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,... | |
 | 1838 - 884 sivua
...wondering at her own : how reason reels ! Oh, what a miracle to man is man, Trinmphantly distress 'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and...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 spreads.... | |
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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! 
