| 1845 - 1174 sivua
...itself awakes." To the weary man, " Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, his ready visit pays. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dread ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds : Creation sleeps.... | |
| James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 sivua
...amaze." 4. — Stillness and Awe . [Night, from the " Night Thoughts."] " Creation sleeps : || || 't is as the general pulse of life | stood still | And nature...pause, || an awful pause, || || Prophetic of her end! " 5. — Solemnity, and Triumph. [Cato, exulting in the contemplation of the immortality of the soul.]... | |
| William Russell - 1845 - 410 sivua
...prolong; EXERCISES ON TIME. Slowest Rate. "Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In-rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound I Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood... | |
| Henry Charles Shelley - 1914 - 358 sivua
...midnight from his sleepless repose, and to his effective apostrophe to the scene of quiescent nature. " 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 I Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
| Max Kaluza - 1911 - 422 sivua
...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 a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end. (Young, Night Thoughts 1—5. 18—25.) England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, My country!... | |
| David Daiches - 1979 - 336 sivua
...on mortality and immortality, in a carefully wrought gloomy context of night: Night, sable goddessl from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches...leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how deadl and darkness, how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds; Creation sleeps. And having... | |
| Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 sivua
...worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul. .. i , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE What a master he was! Begnaw. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE To beguile the time Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, your hand, Your... | |
| Margaret Bridges - 1990 - 244 sivua
...Scepter o'er a slumbering world: 20 Silence, how dead? and Darkness how profound? Nor Eye, nor list'ning Ear an Object finds; Creation sleeps. Tis, as the...Pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a Pause; An aweful pause! prophetic of her End. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd; Fate! drop the Curtain;... | |
| Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka - 1992 - 414 sivua
...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 ear, an object... | |
| Joan Aiken - 1998 - 112 sivua
...with a haddock . . .' Any editor would be predisposed in favour of that story! Keeping them interested Creation sleeps. Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause1 Edward Young, Night thoughts Sometimes your story seems to come to a halt. This is known as... | |
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