 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 стор.
...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 finds; Creation sleeps. Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 стор.
...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 finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 стор.
...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 finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 стор.
...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 finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made... | |
 | Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) - 1803 - 342 стор.
...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...list'ning car, an object finds ; " Creation sleeps. "Pis as the general pulse " Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, " An awful pause ! prophetic... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 284 стор.
...woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre, o'er...and darkness, how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse ' B Of life stood still, and nature... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 238 стор.
...from her ebon throne, In raj less 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 finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and nature made... | |
 | Elizabeth Helme - 1807 - 218 стор.
...from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slnmb'ring world : Silence, how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye, nor list'ning ear, an object finds : Creation sleeps; — 'tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 стор.
...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...how dead! and darkness, how profound! Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds ; Crention sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and... | |
 | Edward Young, Thomas Park - 1808 - 336 стор.
...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...Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and... | |
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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. Tis as the general... 
