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" Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. "
The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of Religion - 5. oldal
szerző: Edward Young - 1826 - 288 oldal
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Bell's Edition, 87-88. kötet

John Bell - 1796
...for severe : The day too short for my distress; and night, r5 Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable...her ebon throne, in rayless majesty, now stretches fortli Her leacien sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. z0 Silence how dead! and darkness how profound!...

Night Thoughts

Edward Young - 1798 - 386 oldal
...for severe. The day too short for my distress; and Night, 15 Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. 20 Silence, how dread ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear,...

The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2. kötet

Edward Young - 1802
...for severe. The Day too short for my distress; and Night, p3 Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. * Night, sable...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...

Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 361 oldal
...severer for severe. The Day too short for my distress ; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable...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...

The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2. kötet

Edward Young - 1802 - 383 oldal
...severer for severe. The Day too short for my distress ; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable...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...

Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 361 oldal
...; and Night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. , Nighty 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...

The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, 2. kötet

Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803
...the unwholesome vapours of darkness, reminded us of pitching our tents, and preparing for repose. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...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 car, an...

The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1805 - 258 oldal
...wretched he forsakei: Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre, o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear an object finds; Creation...

The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of ..., 1. kötet

Edward Young - 1805
...severer for severe : The day too short for my 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 raj less majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence how dead...

Louisa, Or The Cottage on the Moor

Elizabeth Helme - 1807 - 200 oldal
...XXIII. Suicide. i91 XXIV. Conclusion i98 LOUISA, OR THE COTTAGE ON THE MO'Q'R. CHAPTER I. A WANDEBEH. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slnmb'ring world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object...




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