| Edward Young - 1813 - 324 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... | |
| Edward Young - 1815 - 332 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... | |
| Edward Young - 1816 - 390 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... | |
| Edward Young - 1816 - 284 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... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 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...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... | |
| 1820 - 394 oldal
...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... | |
| Henry Southern - 1820 - 402 oldal
...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... | |
| Daniel Jaudon - 1820 - 236 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... | |
| Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 oldal
...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,... | |
| John Aikin - 1821 - 412 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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