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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 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Night Thoughts

Edward Young - 1798 - 432 ÆäÀÌÁö
...surpris'd, aghast, And wond'ring at her own : How reason reels ! O what a miracle to Man is Man, 85 Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy, what dread ! ....the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there. 90 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spreads,...
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The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2±Ç

Edward Young - 1802 - 416 ÆäÀÌÁö
...down, surpriz'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...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...
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Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 412 ÆäÀÌÁö
...down, surpriz'd, aghast, And 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...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 :...
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Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 416 ÆäÀÌÁö
...down, surpriz'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 spread : ,...
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The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2±Ç

Edward Young - 1802 - 402 ÆäÀÌÁö
...down, surpriz'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 spread :...
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A Plea for Religion and the Sacred Writings: Addressed to the Disciples of ...

David Simpson - 1803 - 446 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...grave : " Legions of angels can't confine me there." ReflecT: then, MY COUNTRYMEN, upon your situation. Be the Scriptures true or false; be JESUS CHRIST...
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The Art of Speaking: Containing. An Essay, in which are Given Rules for ...

James Burgh - 1804 - 312 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't conjine me there. XXXII. SEEMING CIVILITY. The meeting between the knight of thi Red Cross, attended...
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The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1805 - 284 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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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The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of the Author, 1±Ç

Edward Young - 1805 - 238 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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,...
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Poëmes ou morceaux détachés de differens auteurs anglais, traduits en vers ...

Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 ÆäÀÌÁö
...what a miracle to man is man , Triumphantly distress'dj what joy, what dread! Alternately-transported, and alarm'd ! "What can preserve my life! or what...grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. Maïs quel être plus grand, plus étonnant encor , A son gré lui dispense cl la vie et la mort ?...
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