Some view our sable race with scornful eye,"Their colour is a diabolic die."Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 'tis at a white heat now: The billows ceased, the flames decreased; though on the forge's brow The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound; And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare; Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there.
Now had Aurora displayed her mantle over the blushing skies, and dark night withdrawn her sable veil.Miguel de Cervantes
Who dreads to the dust returning?Who shrinks from the sable shore,Where the high and haughty yearningOf the soul can sting no more?bartholomew dowling
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, relieve my languish, and restore the light.Samuel Daniel
Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.Ben Jonson
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye,<br<Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!joanna baillie
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?john milton
There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.john milton
Once I beheld a sun, a sun which gilt That sable cloud, and turned it all to gold.Edward Young
Underneath this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse, Sydneye's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slaine another, Faire and learn'd and good as she, Tyme shall throw a dart at thee.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.Samuel Daniel