Tis solemn darkness ; the sublime of shade ; Night, by no stars nor rising moon relieved; The awful blank of nothingness arrayed, O'er which my eyeballs roll in vain, deceived. Upward, around, and downward I explore, E'en to the frontiers of the ebon... Jephthah's Daughter - Page xvby Charles Heavysege - 1865 - 74 pagesFull view - About this book
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...and, I, for one, am quite willing to set it beside most of the sonnets which I have already cited. Tis solemn darkness ; the sublime of shade ; Night,...But cannot, though I strive, discover more Than what ois one huge cavern of despair. Oh, Night, art thou so grim, when, black and bare Of moonbeams, and... | |
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