 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 310 pàgines
...how profound s' Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds : Creation sleeps. "Pis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.— — rovira. SECTION IV. Grongar Hill. SILENT Nymph ! with curious eye, Who, the purple eve, dost lie... | |
 | Edward Young - 1826 - 284 pàgines
...ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 20 Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor...Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An erwful pause ! prophetic of her enfl. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd : Fate ! drop the curtain... | |
 | Hester Lynch Piozzi - 1826 - 250 pàgines
...general. Every reader is not either a lover or a tyrant, but every reader is interested when he hears that Creation sleeps ; 'tis as the general pulse Of life...nature made a pause ; An awful pause — -prophetic of its end. "This (said he) is true; but remember that taking the compositions of Young in general, they... | |
 | Edward Young - 1826 - 318 pàgines
...distress ; and Night, 15 K'en in the zenith of her dark domam, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 20 Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 pàgines
...distress; and night, 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. And let her prophecy be soon fiulfilPd; Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence, and Darkness!... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 pàgines
...my distress; and Night, 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...how 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... | |
 | Thomas Gaspey - 1828 - 368 pàgines
...deep-toned voice, from the author he had before quoted— " Silence how still! and darkness how profound! Tis as the general pulse of life stood still, And...made a pause— An awful pause, prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled. Fate drop the curtain. I can lose no more." The last line,... | |
 | 1820 - 398 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Olinthus Gregory - 1828 - 492 pàgines
...peu de choses agreables, et leur raison leur apprend à en gouter encore moins." Fontenelle. NIGHT. 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... | |
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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... 
