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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 British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822
...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...

The English reading book, in verse

William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 212 oldal
...on the hearth ; Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. NIGHT. 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 listening ear, an object...

A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author ..., 1. kötet

British poets - 1824
...were couch'd ; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam. Milton's Paradise Regained, b. 1. 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...

Philomathic Journal and Literary Review, 3. kötet

1825
...calls me murderer and parricide. CONGREVE. Night is rendered feminine from its peaceful influence : — Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. The Seasons are personified agreeably to their diversified nature : — Now Summer...

Sequel to the English Reader: Or, Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...

Lindley Murray - 1825 - 299 oldal
...unveil'd her peerless light ; And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.— —MILTON Night, sable power ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'riug world. Silence, how dead, and darkness how profound s' Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object...

The Philomathic journal, 3. kötet

Philomathic institution - 1825
...calls me murderer and parricide. CONGREVK. Night is rendered feminine from its peaceful influence : — Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forih Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. The Seasons are personified agreeably to their diversified...

Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day ...

John Johnstone - 1827
...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...

Exercises in Reading and Recitations: Founded on the Enquiry in the ...

John Barber - 1828 - 300 oldal
...severer, for severe. The day too short forjny distress; and night, Even 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...

Exercises in Reading and Recitation

Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 251 oldal
...severer for severe. The Day too short for my distress; and Night, Even 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 list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation...

Memoirs of the Life, Writings, and Character, Literary ..., 25. kötet

Olinthus Gregory - 1828 - 472 oldal
...peu de choses agreables, et leur raison leur apprend à en gouter encore moins." Fontenelle. NIGHT. 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...




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