 | Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1998 - 260 pages
...obeys the power. She comes! she comes! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old! 630 Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its...expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off th'ethereal plain; As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand oppressed, Closed one by... | |
 | Michael Steinberg - Music - 1998 - 523 pages
...obeys the power. She comes! She comes! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old! Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its...momentary fires, The meteor drops and in a flash expires. Ernest Chaussoii Amedee-Ernest Chausson was born in Paris on 20 January 1855 and died at Limay, near... | |
 | Blanford Parker - Literary Criticism - 1998 - 282 pages
...final apocalypse is an unconscious attack on his own habitual optimism, literalism, and "Lockeianism". Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its...momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires ( The Dunciad, 63 1 - 634) Philosophy, that leaned on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and... | |
 | Philology - 1963 - 970 pages
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 | Raymond L. Lee, Alistair B. Fraser - Philosophy - 2001 - 654 pages
...darkness: "She comes! she comes! the sable Throne behold / of Night Prima:val, and of Chaos old! / Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, / And all its varying Rain-bows die away" (Pope 1978, p. 583 [Dunciad 4.629-32; first published 1742)). 13. Gove 1961, vol. 2, p. 1876. Optically... | |
 | Jane Austen - Fiction - 2001 - 502 pages
...misleading vanity; but it is an art rendered powerless by the onset of an invincible (and feminine) Chaos: Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its...momentary fires. The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night. (11.631-4,639-40)... | |
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Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars... 
