 ... immortal ! infeft infinite ! A worm ! a god ! — I tremble at myfelf, And in myfelf am loft ! at home a ftranger, Thought wanders up and down, furpriz'd, aghaft, And wond'ring at her own: How reafon reels ? O what a miracle to man is man, Triumphantly...  The Beauties of English Poesy - Page 98edited by - 1767 - 12 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Thomas Gibbons - English language - 1767 - 540 pages
...tremble at myfelf, And in myfelf am loft ! At home a ftranger, Thought wanders up and down, furpris'd, aghaft, And wond'ring at her own : how reafon reels...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... | |
 | John Bascroft - 1770 - 374 pages
...frail Child of Duft f Helplefs immortal ! Infeft infinite ! A Worm ! a God ! I tremble at myfelf f What can preferve my Life ? Or what deftroy ? ' An "Angel's Arm can't fnatch me fromtheGrave; Legions of Angels can't confine me there. D 3 Vfl* V. VARIOUS CHARACTERS. [From Mr. PopeV... | |
 | Edward Young - 1800 - 290 pages
...wondering at her own ; How reafon reels ! O what a miracle to man is man. Triumphantly diftrefs'di what joy, what dread ! Alternately tranfported, and...what deftroy ? An angel's arm can't fnatch me from my grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis pad conjecture ; all things rife in proof;... | |
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