 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 страници
...: " Night, * || sable goddess, || from her ebon throne | In rayless majesty | now stretches forth I Her leaden sceptre | o'er a slumbering world. Silence...|| how dead ! |||| and darkness || how profound!" Brisk, gay, and lively feelings, are distinguished by brief " quantities," and corresponding short... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 374 страници
...which they occur, and which they aid by their harmonious effect, as in the following instances : " Night, * || sable goddess, || from her ebon throne | In rayless majesty | now stretches forth I Her leaden sceptre | o'er a slumbering world. Silence || how dead ! |||| and darkness || how profound... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 394 страници
...scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; EXERCISES ON TIME. iSlowest Rate. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, — An awful pause, — prophetic... | |
 | Merritt Caldwell - 1846 - 390 страници
...when the blast of the north is on the plain, and the traveler shrinks in the midst of his journey. 12. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear can object find : Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a... | |
 | Noble Butler - 1846 - 276 страници
...Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? — Cowper. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Btlence bow deep, and darkness how profound! — Yox-ny. \Jivm. 2.]... | |
 | John Prince - 1846 - 480 страници
...appearance of the earth and its objects, during the solemn hours of the night season: "Silence how dread ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. "fis BS the general pulse Of lite stood still, and Nature made a pause." In the triumphal lyric poem,... | |
 | William Harvey Wells - 1847 - 228 страници
...Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead : Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets ! " — Shakspeare. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless...world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! " — Young. " Hail, holy light ! offspring of heaven firstborn ! " — Milton. When the interjection... | |
 | 1847 - 540 страници
...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...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 his ray; Evening... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 560 страници
...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... | |
 | Salem Town - 1847 - 420 страници
...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... | |
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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. 
