 | Edward Young - 1811 - 302 páginas
...misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Tho' now restor'd, 'tis only change of pain, Nigit, 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... | |
 | Stephen Burroughs - 1811 - 318 páginas
...dead hour of night, when all nature was lost ii> forgetfulness, as Young emphatically expresses it, "Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches l, rth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slnmbez: ig world ; Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound!... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1812 - 160 páginas
...linger t6 survey The promis'd joys of life's unmcasur'd way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | John Thelwall - 1812 - 370 páginas
...distress; and Night, 15 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. 20 Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds ; Creation sleeps.... | |
 | Edward Young - 1812 - 814 páginas
...my distress; and night, 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1813 - 164 páginas
...linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unmeasur'd way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1813 - 324 páginas
...distress; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Nigui, 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1815 - 332 páginas
...my distress; and Night, 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. Silence, how dead ; and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1817 - 166 páginas
...linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1817 - 372 páginas
...distress; and night, Even iii 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,... 
