 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 pàgines
...distress; and Night, 15 Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. 20 Silence, how dread ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 pàgines
...distress ; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pàgines
...distress; and Night, p3 Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. * Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pàgines
...distress ; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 pàgines
...; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. , Nighty sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 pàgines
...the unwholesome vapours of darkness, reminded us of pitching our tents, and preparing for repose. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...majesty, now stretches forth " Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. " Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound " Nor eye, nor list'ning car, an... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...wretched he forsakei: Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...how dead! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse ' B Of life stood still,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 238 pàgines
...darkness how profound! Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd : Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and... | |
 | Elizabeth Helme - 1807 - 218 pàgines
...XXIII. Suicide. i91 XXIV. Conclusion i98 LOUISA, OR THE COTTAGE ON THE MO'Q'R. CHAPTER I. A WANDEBEH. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slnmb'ring world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Edward Young, Thomas Park - 1808 - 336 pàgines
...distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fiillill'd : Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and... | |
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Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general... 
