 | Edward Young - 1813 - 380 pagina’s
...THE COMPLAINT. NIGHT I. Even 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. •*" tf And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd : * Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence... | |
 | Edward Young - 1813 - 324 pagina’s
...distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is Miushine. to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Oration sleeps Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause... | |
 | John Walker - 1814 - 548 pagina’s
...sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps : — 'tis as...pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, Do not imagine I mean to detract from the fame of the immortal Shakespeare, by the above parallel ;... | |
 | Edward Young - 1815 - 332 pagina’s
...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 - 1816 - 390 pagina’s
...distress 1 and JViffht, B 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 Ust'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 pagina’s
...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 fulfill'd ; Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pagina’s
...Time to man. --, N!GHT, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless' majesty, now stretches fortk Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world\ Silence',...stood still', and nature made a pause\ An awful' pause I prophetic of her end'. The bell strikes one\ We take no note' of time, But from its loss\ To give... | |
 | 1820 - 394 pagina’s
...honores." p. 264. The first lines of the following passage remind us strong! of a description of Young: " 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... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1820 - 402 pagina’s
...honores." p. 264. The first lines of the following passage remind us strongly of a description of Young : " 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... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 pagina’s
...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. YOUNG. Ye generous youth who love this studious shade, How rich a field is to your hopes display 'd!... | |
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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... 
