 | Edward Young - 1816 - 284 oldal
...of pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The day too short for my distress; and night, E'en in the zenith, of her dark domain, Is sunshine to...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... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1816 - 372 oldal
...change of pain, (A bitter change) 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." Is this the language of sorrow ? What is a wrecked desponding thought, floating from wave to wave of... | |
 | J. Coote - 1817 - 378 oldal
...grief of the husband, of Prince LEOPOLD— " — the day too short for his distress; And night—even, in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of his fate." • If it were necessary to excite public commis-* seration in his favour, we have numberless... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 oldal
...change of pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The day too short for my distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 412 oldal
...pain, ( A bitter change ! ) 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...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 oldal
...of pain, (A bitter change !) 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...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 oldal
...change of pain, (A bitter change !) 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. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 1 . DISCONTENT. With his words All seem'd well pleas'd ; all seem'd, but... | |
 | 1825 - 486 oldal
...calls me murderer and parricide. CONGREVE. Night is rendered feminine from its peaceful influence : — Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. The Seasons are personified agreeably to their diversified nature : — Now Summer with her wanton... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 310 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... | |
 | Philomathic institution - 1825 - 504 oldal
...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... | |
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Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 
