 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 str.
...my distress; and Night, 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...how dead: and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and... | |
 | Thomas Gaspey - 1828 - 368 str.
...deep-toned voice, from the author he had before quoted— " Silence how still! and darkness how profound! Tis as the general pulse of life stood still, And...made a pause— An awful pause, prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled. Fate drop the curtain. I can lose no more." The last line,... | |
 | 1820 - 398 str.
...honores." p. 264. The first lines of the following passage remind us strongly of a description of Young : " 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... | |
 | Olinthus Gregory - 1828 - 492 str.
...peu de choses agreables, et leur raison leur apprend à en gouter encore moins." Fontenelle. NIGHT. 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... | |
 | Thomas Fanshaw Middleton - 1828 - 728 str.
...has employed the same mode of speech, without regard to the correctness, which philosophy exacts : " Night, sable Goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...majesty, now stretches forth " Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. " Nor eye., nor list'ning ear, ap object finds ; " Creation sleeps." NIGHT I. V.... | |
 | Joseph Allen - 1829 - 402 str.
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 | 1829 - 428 str.
...instances, prevented any religious exercises for a short interval — but nothing like confusion — " 'Twas as the general pulse of life stood still, and nature...a pause — an awful pause, prophetic of her end." At such seasons, the realities of an awful eternity seemed to ne spread before the congregation, while... | |
 | 1829 - 894 str.
...instances, prevented any religious exercises for a short interval — but nothing like confusion — " 'Twas as the general pulse of life stood still, and nature...a pause — an awful pause, prophetic of her end." At such seasons, the realities of an awful eternity seemed to he spread before the congregation, while... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 412 str.
...when spoke by any brother in a lodge, was a warning to the rest to have a care of listeners. Saift. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor...nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. . . Young. At first he aims at what he hears, And liilening close with both his ears, Just catches... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 str.
...distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. ide was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread...an old and agreeable companion, and that, whatsoeve I Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tie аз the general pulse Of life... | |
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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 finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general... 
