 | 1903 - 728 páginas
...according to the season; but generally about two o'clock in the morning in these latitudes— Nighi, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Creation sleeps ! ' Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still,... | |
 | Margaret Bridges - 1990 - 244 páginas
...Distress! and Night Even in the Zenith of her dark Domain, Is Sun-Shine, to the colour of my Fate. Night, sable Goddess! from her Ebon throne, In rayless...Majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden Scepter o'er a slumbering world: 20 Silence, how dead? and Darkness how profound? Nor Eye, nor list'ning Ear an Object... | |
 | Jane Austen - 2005 - 844 páginas
...mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight, we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unmeasured way, Thus, from afar, each dim discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; (Thomas Campbell, The Pleasures of Hope, with other poems, (Edinburgh, 1810), pp. 3-4, part 1, lines... | |
 | Margaret Russett - 2006 - 19 páginas
...we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;...repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.' 5 Hoping amounts to a form of virtual tourism, the speculative ventures of a roving eye. What more... | |
 | Elisabeth Le Guin - 2005 - 375 páginas
...my 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 slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye, nor listening... | |
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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,... 
