| William Harvey Wells - 1847 - 228 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
| John Milton, Edward Young - 1848 - 600 pages
...pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The Day too short for my distress ; and Night, 15 E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the...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... | |
| Allen Hayden Weld - 1848 - 120 pages
...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... | |
| William Russell - 1848 - 94 pages
...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... | |
| David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...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... | |
| 1848 - 936 pages
...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... | |
| Emma Catherine Embury - 1848 - 224 pages
...drawn over such unutterable woe. CHAPTER III. " The day too short for my distress; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate." YOUNG. MOUTHS passed away ; the glow of health once more dwelt upon the fair child's cheek, and her... | |
| John Milton - 1849 - 650 pages
...pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The Day too short for my distress ; and Night, 15 E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 20 Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound Nor eye nor listening ear an object... | |
| George Croly - 1849 - 416 pages
...pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe : The day too short for my distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the...majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er n slumbering world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object... | |
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