 | James Flamank - 1833 - 414 pàgines
...wants of man, in this respect, and the absence of the sun, have been made to agree with each other. F 5 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 ! YOUNG. Sleep has been termed,... | |
 | Ralph Emerson - 1834 - 462 pàgines
...darkness and silence were my sole, my pensive companions. These words were my never-failing solace : " Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound !" The following sentences are too full of weighty truth, and too strongly show one of the most prominent... | |
 | Stephen Burroughs - 1835 - 372 pàgines
...forgetfulness, as Young emphatically expresses it, " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In rayfess majesty, now stretches forth " Her leaden sceptre...how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listenipg ear, an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and... | |
 | James Boswell - 1835 - 366 pàgines
...either a lover or a tyrant, but every reader is interested when he hears that " Creation sleeps ; 't is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and 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,... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1835 - 370 pàgines
...abound in the works of the same poet. What can exceed in power and beauty his first address to Night ? " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...majesty now stretches forth " Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. " Silence how dread ! and darkness how profound ! " Nor eye nor list'ning ear an... | |
 | 1836 - 558 pàgines
...distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, It 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 fulfilled: r'atf drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness!... | |
 | John Wilson Croker - 1836 - 656 pàgines
...a lover or a tyrant, but every reader is interested when he hears that " Creation sleeps ; 't is ag the general pulse Of life stood still, and 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,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1837 - 556 pàgines
...reason lost. .nly change of pain: • for severe: i distress; and night, •dark domain, of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause; An awfu! pause! prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd: Fate! drop the curtain;... | |
 | Edward Young - 1837 - 310 pàgines
...ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. H0 Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor...nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. "I'is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pauie : An awful pause ! prophetic... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pàgines
...Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. SLOWER AND MORE SOLEMN Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound 1 Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. — 'Tis as the general pulse Of life... | |
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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... 
