| English poetry - 1796 - 410 pages
...distress; and night, i5 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. 2* Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object... | |
| John Bell - English poetry - 1796 - 470 pages
...distress; and night, r5 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 fortli Her leacien sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. z0 Silence how dead! and darkness how profound!... | |
| Edward Young - 1798 - 432 pages
...distress; and Night, 15 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,... | |
| Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pages
...distress ; and Night, • 3 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 ear, an object... | |
| Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pages
...distress; and Night, p3 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 ear, an object... | |
| Edward Young - English literature - 1802 - 402 pages
...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 ear, an object... | |
| Edward Young - English poetry - 1802 - 412 pages
...distress; and Night, B 3 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 ear, an object... | |
| Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 pages
...the unwholesome vapours of darkness, reminded us of pitching our tents, and preparing for repose. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...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 car, an... | |
| Edward Young - 1804 - 452 pages
...dowy pinions flies from woe , And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear ! NIGHT. Wight , sable Godess ! 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 t Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object... | |
| Edward Young - 1805 - 284 pages
...wretched he forsakei: Swift 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... | |
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