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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 poetical works of Edward Young. Collated with the best eds.: by T. Park

Edward Young - 1813 - 168 oldal
...The day too short for my distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is Miushine. to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Oration...

The complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality ...

Edward Young - 1815
...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 Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1816 - 351 oldal
...severe : The Hay too short for my distress 1 and JViffht, B 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 Ust'ning ear, an object...

Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1816 - 268 oldal
...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...throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leadea sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound' Nor eye nor list'ning...

Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784

Thomas Campbell - 1819
...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...

The Retrospective Review, and Historical and Antiquarian Magazine, 1. kötet

1820
...honores." p. 264. The first lines of the following passage remind us strong! 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...

The Retrospective Review.., 1. kötet

Henry Southern - 1820
...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...

Short System of Polite Learning: Being an Epitome of the Arts and Sciences ...

Daniel Jaudon - 1820 - 212 oldal
...verse? A. Blank verse, like other poetry, is measured, but does not rhyme; as: Hight, sable goddes! 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! Tfor eye, nor listning ear, an object...

Figures of elocution exemplified; or, Directions for reading and reciting ...

Charles Richson - 1820
...of its worth : — And what it's worth,-ask death-beds :-tJteu can tell. YOUNG. Night,-sable power !-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,...

Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., 7. kötet

John Aikin - 1821 - 807 oldal
...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...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...




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