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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 list'ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end. - Edward Young, Night Thoughts (night I, l. 18) How is night's sable mantle labor'd o'er, How richly wrought with attributes divine! What wisdom shines! what love! this midnight pomp, This gorgeous arch, with golden worlds inlaid Built with divine ambition. - Edward Young, Night Thoughts (night IV, l. 385) Mine is the night, with all her stars. - Edward Young, Paraphrase on Job (l. 147) Displaying page 5 of 5 for this topic: << Prev 1 2 3 4 [5]
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