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... A poetical grammar of the English language - Pągina 92per Robert Clarke (schoolmaster.) - 1855Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
| John Walker - 1811 - 554 pągines
...dead! and darkness how profound) Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds; Creation sleeps:—'tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature...made a pause, An awful pause! prophetic of her end." Young. 'there arises from the peculiar circumstances of the speaker at the time. All the images, though... | |
| John Walker - 1811 - 568 pągines
...With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his design Moves like a ghost." Sliake?peare. DR. 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... | |
| Edward Young - 1811 - 302 pągines
...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... | |
| Edward Young - 1812 - 814 pągines
...my 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 Darkness!... | |
| Edward Young - 1813 - 380 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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... | |
| Edward Young - 1816 - 284 pągines
...distress; and night, E'en 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 leadea sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound' Nor eye nor list'ning... | |
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