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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. "
The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays - Sivu 51
tekijä(t) Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803
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Bell's Edition, Niteet 87–88

John Bell - 1796
...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!...

Night Thoughts

Edward Young - 1798 - 386 sivua
...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...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...

Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 361 sivua
...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...and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made...

The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Nide 2

Edward Young - 1802
...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...and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made...

The Works of the Author of the Night - Thoughts. In Three Volumes ..., Nide 2

Edward Young - 1802
...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...and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made...

Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 361 sivua
...; and Night, 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,...and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made...

The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of ..., Nide 1

Edward Young - 1805
...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...! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made...

The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1805 - 258 sivua
...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...

Louisa, Or The Cottage on the Moor

Elizabeth Helme - 1807 - 200 sivua
...XXIII. Suicide. i91 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...

The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the ...

Cabinet - 1808
...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 ear, an object...




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