 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 pagina’s
...my 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 slumbering world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor listening... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 498 pagina’s
...my 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 slumbering world. Silence, hOw dead! and darkness, hoi profound'! Nor eye, nor listening... | |
 | Daniel Jaudon - 1820 - 236 pagina’s
...verse? A. Blank verse, like other poetry, is measured, but does not rhyme; as: Hight, sable goddes! 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! Tfor eye, nor listning... | |
 | Daniel Jaudon - 1820 - 232 pagina’s
...verse? A. Blank verse, like other poetry, is measured, but does not rhyme; as: Night, sable goddes! 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 listning... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 pagina’s
...purchase of its worth :— And what it's worth,-ask death-beds -.-they can tell. YOUNG. Night,-sable power ¡-from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world.— iSilence,-ho\vdead,—&nddarkness,-liO'wprofoitnd! Nor eye,—nor... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 168 pagina’s
...we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been,...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 176 pagina’s
...we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1822 - 166 pagina’s
...we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1822 - 170 pagina’s
...we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;...can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend,... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 pagina’s
...on the hearth ; Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. r NIGHT. Young. NIGHT, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er aslumb'ringworld. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor listening... | |
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joys of life's unmeasur'd way; Thus from afar, each dim discover'd scene, More pleasing seems than all the past hath been And every form that fancy can repair, From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. Night. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,... 
