 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1838 - 400 pągines
...Nature's birth, And Nature's shield the shadow of his hand ; and the impressive description of night: Creation sleeps ; 'tis as the general pulse Of life...nature made a pause ; An awful pause ; prophetic of its end ; are all inspired by a spirit of equal dignity and power. The last lines, Mrs. Piozzi informs... | |
 | Edward Young - 1839 - 300 pągines
...distress; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Nightj 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 llst'ning ear an object... | |
 | Henry De la Pasture - 1839 - 948 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. I wake, emerging from a scene of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wrecked desponding thought From wave... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 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...made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled ; Pate! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and darkness... | |
 | 1840 - 372 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...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 stood... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 pągines
...cease ; Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign . To parting friends : — Such death be mine ! (m) 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 listening ear, an object... | |
 | Gems - 1841 - 624 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...world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! i Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood... | |
 | John Wilson Croker - 1842 - 546 pągines
...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,... | |
 | John Wilson Croker - 1842 - 544 pągines
...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,... | |
 | Mrs. Monkland - 1842 - 144 pągines
...driver, and that the horse was wet and covered with sand, as if he had been in the sea. CHAPTER XVIII. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world." YOUNO "Bat hark! They come -with half-lit tapers in their hands, And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted... | |
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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... 
