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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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A Practical Manual of Elocution: Embracing Voice and Gesture : Designed for ...

Merritt Caldwell - 1845 - 331 oldal
...when the blast of the north ia on the plain, and the traveler shrinks in the midst of his journey. 12. 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 listening ear can object find : Creation...

The National Preacher, 19-20. kötet

1845
...nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, —his ready visit pays. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon thiune, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dread ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds : Creation...

Orthophony: Or, Vocal Culture in Elocution: A Manual of Elementary Exercises ...

James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 336 oldal
...which they occur, and which they aid by their harmonious effect, as in the following instances : " Night, * || sable goddess, || from her ebon throne | In rayless majesty | now stretches forth I Her leaden sceptre | o'er a slumbering world. Silence || how dead ! |||| and darkness || how profound...

A Practical Manual of Elocution: Embracing Voice and Gesture ...

Merritt Caldwell - 1846 - 357 oldal
...when the blast of the north is on the plain, and the traveler shrinks in the midst of his journey. 12. 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 listening ear can object find : Creation...

Russell's American Elocutionist. The American Elocutionist: Comprising ...

William Russell - 1846
...her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor...nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, — An awful pause, — prophetic...

A Practical Grammar of the English Language

Noble Butler - 1846 - 254 oldal
...Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? — Cowper. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Btlence bow deep, and darkness how profound! — Yox-ny. \Jivm. 2.]...

Eight Historical and Critical Lectures on the Bible

John Prince - 1846 - 464 oldal
...appearance of the earth and its objects, during the solemn hours of the night season: "Silence how dread ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. "fis BS the general pulse Of lite stood still, and Nature made a pause." In the triumphal lyric poem,...

Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, 2. kötet

Half hours - 1847
...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...

Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts ..., 1. kötet

1847 - 506 oldal
...cheers but not inebriates, waits on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. COWPEK'S Task. 17. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 18. Now the sun, so faintly glancing O'er the western hills his ray; Evening...

A Grammar of the English Language: For the Use of Schools

William Harvey Wells - 1847 - 214 oldal
...Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead : Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets ! " — Shakspeare. " 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 ! " — Young. " Hail, holy light ! offspring of heaven...




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