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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
szerző: Edward Young - 1826 - 288 oldal
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The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the ...

Cabinet - 1808
...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...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds ; Crention...

The Poetical Works of Edward Young: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best ...

Edward Young, Thomas Park - 1808
...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...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....

Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition, Addressed to His Son

George Gregory - 1809 - 363 oldal
...as an example of the sublime in expression, as the imagery and epithets are exceedingly rich.... " 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 ! " Nov eye nor list'ning car can object find. " Crealion...

Specimens of the British poets, 2. kötet,1. rész

British poets - 1809
...distress ; and night, Er'n in the aenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Kight, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty,...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence bow dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds; Creation sleeps....

A Selection of Curious Articles from the Gentleman's Magazine: I. Ancient ...

1809
...With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his design Moves like a ghost." Shakespeare. 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...

Elegant Extracts, 1-2. kötet

Vicesimus Knox - 1809
...and night Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine, to the color of my fate. § 142. Night. 'd. and loth to part. While in their age they differ,...in heart. Thus stands an aged elm in ivy hound, Tli slumb'ring world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound '. Norfeye, nor lisl'ningear an object...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Watts, A. Philips ...

Samuel Johnson - 1810
...severer for severe, The Day too short for my distress ; and Night, H'en in the zrnith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her clfni throne, In rayless majesty, now' (Wretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering vorld....

A Selection of Curious Articles from the Gentleman's Magazine, 2. kötet

1811
...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...

The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young

Edward Young - 1811
...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 goddess ! from her ebon throne, In ray less majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead...

Night thoughts, and A paraphrase on part of the book of Job. With the life ...

Edward Young - 1812
...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...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....




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