 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young - 1910 - 1174 páginas
...distress; and night, '5 E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the color of my fate. r slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound ! 21 Nor eye nor listening ear an object... | |
 | Oscar Israel Woodley - 1910 - 344 páginas
...silver dew, — it is now a ruby, now a topaz, now an emerald, now all burnished gold. — AUDUBON. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world YOUNG. Whither midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last... | |
 | Adeline M. Butterworth - 1911 - 104 páginas
...distress ! and night, Even 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: Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound ! Ngr eye, nor list'ning... | |
 | Alma Blount, Clark Sutherland Northup - 1911 - 292 páginas
...Hundred!—TENNYSON. 45. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.—WHITTIER. 46. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a prostrate world. 48. Tell all the world thy joy. 49. My hawk is tired of perch and hood,... | |
 | Alma Blount, Clark Sutherland Northup - 1912 - 354 páginas
...Hundred!—TENNYSON. 45. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.—WHITTIER. 46. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a prostrate world. 48. Tell all the world thy joy. 49. My hawk is tired of perch and hood,... | |
 | Huber Gray Buehler - 1914 - 376 páginas
...September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand, Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. 4. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. 5. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures;... | |
 | Werner Brandenburg - 1914 - 180 páginas
...fern. The mighty months in pomp proceed, Fair daughters of the sun. (Merch. I, 14.) 12. night, fern. Night, sable goddess] from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. (N. I, 18.) Cf. N. IX, 2099. How, like a widow in her weeds, the Night,... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 854 páginas
...forsakes: Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. ... 5 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... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 566 páginas
...distress; and night, 15 Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the color of my fate. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! 21 Nor eye nor listening ear an object... | |
 | Huber Gray Buehler - 1916 - 524 páginas
...all the pleasant land! 2. The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. 4. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. 5. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures;... | |
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joys of life's unmeasur'd way; Thus from afar, each dim discover'd scene, More pleasing seems than all the past hath been And every form that fancy can repair, From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. Night. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,... 
