...experience, the an-aesthetic effect that is the hallmark of the evening meditation of sensibility. 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 list'ning ear an object...

...my distress; and night, Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless...made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end. And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd: Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Boyé wisely says...

...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,...

...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 a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.448 More than half a century later, in the first of Novalis's Hymns to the Night (Hymnen an die...