...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...world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound 1 Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood...

...cease ; Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign . To parting friends : — Such death be mine ! (m) 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 listening ear, an object...

...distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne In rayless...world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! i Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds : Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood...

...Every reader is not either a lover or a tyrant, but every reader is interested when he hears that " Creation sleeps; 'tis as the general pulse Of life...nature made a pause ; An awful pause — prophetic of its end." "This," said he, "is true; but remember that, taking the compositions of Young in general,...

...Every reader is not either a lover or a tyrant, but every reader is interested when he hears that " Creation sleeps; 'tis as the general pulse Of life...nature made a pause ; An awful pause — prophetic of its end." "This," said he, "is true; but remember that, taking the compositions of Young in general,...

...driver, and that the horse was wet and covered with sand, as if he had been in the sea. CHAPTER XVIII. " Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne In rayless...forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world." YOUNO "Bat hark! They come -with half-lit tapers in their hands, And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted...

...Neddy Fennell, now also smiling, had contrived to meet. A death-like silence ensued. '' It was as if the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature...made a pause, An awful pause, prophetic of her end!" And during the " awful pause" James Charles Buchmahon, half inclining himself backwards, and holding...

...from her ebon throne, In raylese majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden «ceptre o'er a »lumbering ! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance...Country.} [From ' The Task.1] Hark ! 'tis the twanging And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled : Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and...

...close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair." EXERCISES O'N TIME. Slowest 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...

...distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. They coiled and swam; and every track \Vas a Hash...pushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : car an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made...