 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. 20 Silence, how dread ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. , Nighty sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. * Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches...world. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood... | |
 | Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 páginas
...of darkness, reminded us of pitching our tents, and preparing for repose. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In rayless majesty, now stretches...world. " Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound " Nor eye, nor list'ning car, an object finds ; " Creation sleeps. "Pis as the general pulse " Of life... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 238 páginas
...domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In raj less majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er...world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 284 páginas
...on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. Night, sable goddess! from 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 eye, nor list'ning ear an object... | |
 | Elizabeth Helme - 1807 - 218 páginas
...XXIV. Conclusion i98 LOUISA, OR THE COTTAGE ON THE MO'Q'R. CHAPTER I. A WANDEBEH. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slnmb'ring world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 páginas
...Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess ! from 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 eye, nor listening ear, an object... | |
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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. 
