The Miscellaneous Works: In Verse and Prose, of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Esq; in Three Volumes. With Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By Mr. TickellT. Walker, 1773 |
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Σελίδα 16
... pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the spring my fenfes greets In all her colours , all her fweets ; To me the rofe No longer glows , [ Apart Every plant Has left his fcent ; The vernal blooms Every 16 ROSAMON D.
... pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the spring my fenfes greets In all her colours , all her fweets ; To me the rofe No longer glows , [ Apart Every plant Has left his fcent ; The vernal blooms Every 16 ROSAMON D.
Σελίδα 22
... pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Ob the pleafing pleasing anguish When we love , and when we languifb ! Wishes rifing ! Thoughts furprising ! Pleasure courting ! Charms transporting ! Fancy ...
... pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Ob the pleafing pleasing anguish When we love , and when we languifb ! Wishes rifing ! Thoughts furprising ! Pleasure courting ! Charms transporting ! Fancy ...
Σελίδα 23
... pleasures of the great , And gilded cares of life . ROSAMON D. Thus let me lofe , in rifing joys , Fierce impatience , fond defires , Abfence that flatt'ring hopes destroys , And life - confuming fires . KING , Not the loud British ...
... pleasures of the great , And gilded cares of life . ROSAMON D. Thus let me lofe , in rifing joys , Fierce impatience , fond defires , Abfence that flatt'ring hopes destroys , And life - confuming fires . KING , Not the loud British ...
Σελίδα 31
... pleasure , who can tell.it ! When our longing eyes discover The kind , the dear , approaching lover , Who can utter , or conceal it ! A fudden motion shakes the grove : I hear the steps of him I love ; Prepare , my foul , to meet thy ...
... pleasure , who can tell.it ! When our longing eyes discover The kind , the dear , approaching lover , Who can utter , or conceal it ! A fudden motion shakes the grove : I hear the steps of him I love ; Prepare , my foul , to meet thy ...
Σελίδα 43
... pleasure Chill'd with tears , Kill'd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would live , and live without thee ! But oh the fight my foul alarms : My Lord appears , I'm all on fire ! Why am I banish'd from his arms ...
... pleasure Chill'd with tears , Kill'd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would live , and live without thee ! But oh the fight my foul alarms : My Lord appears , I'm all on fire ! Why am I banish'd from his arms ...
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Σελίδα 154 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Σελίδα 155 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Σελίδα 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Σελίδα 92 - Which of the two to chuse, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him. Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Σελίδα 137 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Σελίδα 150 - How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
Σελίδα 305 - If it affirms any thing, you cannot lay hold of it ; or if it denies, you cannot confute it. In a word, there are greater depths and obscurities, greater intricacies and perplexities, in an elaborate and well-written piece of nonsense, than in the most abstruse and profound tract of school-divinity.
Σελίδα 132 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Σελίδα 153 - There the brave youth, with love of virtue fired, Who greatly in his country's cause expired, Shall know he conquered. The firm patriot there, (Who made the welfare of mankind his care) Though still, by faction, vice, and fortune crost, Shall find the generous labor was not lost.
Σελίδα 125 - Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, And falls again, as loth to quit its hold. — Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, And can't get loose.