 | 1833 - 930 pages
...what a state of wretchedness and slavery will be yours ! how prostrate, how fallen ! Night, even IB the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of your fate. The native inhabitants of this country, degraded like the human merchandize of Africa, to... | |
 | Thomas Fanshaw Middleton - 1833 - 562 pages
...has employed the same mode of speech, without regard to the correctness, which philosophy exacts : " Night, sable Goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a sliimb'ring world. Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps." NIGHT I. V. 27. É^tí... | |
 | Edward Young - 1834 - 370 pages
...change of pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The day too short for my distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine...fate. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, Jn rayless majesty, now stretches forth .,..-. • Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence,... | |
 | Ralph Emerson - 1834 - 462 pages
...darkness and silence were my sole, my pensive companions. These words were my never-failing solace : " 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 !" The following sentences are too... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1835 - 370 pages
...abound in the works of the same poet. What can exceed in power and beauty his first address to Night ? " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, " In...leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. " Silence how dread ! and darkness how profound ! " Nor eye nor list'ning ear an object finds ; " Creation sleeps.... | |
 | 1836 - 558 pages
...for severe; The day too short for my distress ; and night, Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, It sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess...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... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1836 - 418 pages
...misery At random drove, her helm of reason lo*t. The day too short for my distress ; and night Kv'n in the zenith of her dark domain Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. «D'un repos court et troublé je m'éveille. 0 heureux «ceux qui ne se réveillent plus ! encore... | |
 | David Irving - 1836 - 432 pages
...through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Mason. Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world.— Young. In these instances, it may be presumed... | |
 | Edward Young - 1837 - 556 pages
...misery, of reason lost. .nly change of pain: • for severe: i distress; and night, •dark domain, of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,...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... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 pages
...proudest tone Of thy bold harp, green Isle ! — the Hero is thine own. ON THE IMPORTANCE OF TIME TO MAN. 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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Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 
