 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 complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality ... - Pàgina 4per Edward Young - 1815 - 312 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Gibbons - 1767 - 540 pàgines
...tranfported, and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ? or what deftroy ? An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave j Legions of angels can't confine me there *. But there is no Oxymoron that occurs to rrr mind, fo bold and grand as that in Dr YOUNG' piece,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 pàgines
...wond'ring at her own : How reason reels ! O what a miracle to Man is Man, 85 Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! . Alternately transported,...destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there. 90 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 pàgines
...wond'ring at her own: How reason reels ! f O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and...destroy ? 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 pàgines
...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 transported, and...destroy ? 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pàgines
...wond'ring at her own: How reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! ..Alternately transported,...destroy ? 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pàgines
...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 transported, and...destroy ? 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... | |
 | David Simpson - 1803 - 446 pàgines
...nominal Professor ? If the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear ? " What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave : " Legions of angels can't confine me there." ReflecT: then, MY COUNTRYMEN, upon your situation. Be... | |
 | James Burgh - 1804 - 312 pàgines
...frail child of dust .' Helpless immortal ! Insect infinite ! A -worm ! A God ! I tremble at myself 7 What can preserve my life'? or what destroy ? An Angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't conjine me there. XXXII. SEEMING CIVILITY. The meeting between the knight of... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 238 pàgines
...man, is man, Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alarmed ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...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 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... | |
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