 | 1847 - 540 páginas
...cheers but not inebriates, waits on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. COWPEK'S Task. 17. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 18. Now the sun, so faintly glancing O'er the western hills... | |
 | William Harvey Wells - 1847 - 228 páginas
...Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead : Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets ! " — Shakspeare. " 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 ! " — Young. " Hail, holy light !... | |
 | Salem Town - 1847 - 420 páginas
...read on a low note, with slow movement, and a clear voice, approaching monotone. EXAMPLES. Grandeur. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Sublimity. The clouds... | |
 | William Russell - 1848 - 94 páginas
...and earth will witness, If Eome must fall, that we are innocent.' EXERCISES ON TIME. Slowest Bate. ' 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... | |
 | John Milton, Edward Young - 1848 - 600 páginas
...distress ; and Night, 15 E'en 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 And lot her prophecy be soon fulfill'd Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 páginas
...wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied 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 listening ear an object... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1848 - 120 páginas
...distress ; and night, Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Js sunshine to the color of my fate. 20 Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence3 how dead ! and darkness3 how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object... | |
 | 1848 - 936 páginas
...coincidence. Young took as dark a view of the night as one conveniently could in three short lines. " Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne In rayless...majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er the slumbering world." Who would think of crowding a greater number of sombre epithets into so short... | |
 | Henry Bartlett Maglathlin - 1849 - 80 páginas
...Define grandeur. Vastness. Pathos. Reverence. Adoration. 5. Deep Solemnity, Awe, and Consternation. 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 páginas
...my distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the color 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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Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end. 
