 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 pages
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarm'd! What can preserve my life t or what destroy t An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. T is past conjecture ; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,... | |
 | Hester Ann Rogers, Thomas Coke - 1831 - 268 pages
...loved man, is now committed to corruption and worms ! it reminds me of Dr. Young's beautiful lines : " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there ! Tuesday, July 3. I called on Ann Shrigley, who, when I last saw her, was crying for mercy in deep... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 pages
...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...soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields, or mourned along the gloom Of pathless woods, or down the craggy steep Hurled headlong, swam with pain... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pages
...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. YOUNG. 11. — ON DEATH. WHERE the prime actors of the last year's scene, Their port so proud, their... | |
 | Edward Young, William Danby - 1832 - 306 pages
...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." • * * * # These, indeed, other animals, particularly dogs, seem to have in common with us; but as... | |
 | Hester Ann Rogers, Thomas Coke - 1832 - 254 pages
...now committed to corruption and worms ! it reminds me of Dr. Young's beautiful lines : " An angtHs arm can't snatch me from the grave, Legions of angels can't confine me there !" Tuesday, July 3. — I called on Ann Shrigley, who, when I last saw her, was crying for mercy m... | |
 | 1833 - 428 pages
...the world were made for joy. M. AN ALLEGORY. Мопв fuit apparent frútices in vórtice rari. OVID: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,...— or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods—? * * * » For human weal, heaven husbands all évente, Dull sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 pages
...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. LESSON FORTY-SEVENTH. Charles XII. and his Secretary. One day, as the king was dictating some letters... | |
 | Edward Nares - 1834 - 366 pages
...joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ? or what destroy 1 An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there." Is this mere rant, or is it sober truth ? To prove it to be the latter, I shall produce a specimen... | |
 | Flowers - 1835 - 174 pages
...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. LXVIII. SUMMER. 'Tis summer, 'tis summer!—the wild birds are singing, The woods and the glens with... | |
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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. 
