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 9
... rival's crimes ! Whither , ah whither doft thou go ! What has the done to move thee fo ! Does he not warm with guilty fire The faithlefs Lord of my defire ? B 5 Have Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my ROSAM ON D. 9.
... rival's crimes ! Whither , ah whither doft thou go ! What has the done to move thee fo ! Does he not warm with guilty fire The faithlefs Lord of my defire ? B 5 Have Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my ROSAM ON D. 9.
Σελίδα 12
... thee with a lover's eye . Sir TRUSTY I'll be thine , and let her die . GRIDELINE . No , no , ' tis plain . Thy frauds I fee , Traitor to thy King and me ! Sir TRUSTY . O Grideline ! confult thy glass , Sir 12 ROSAM ON D.
... thee with a lover's eye . Sir TRUSTY I'll be thine , and let her die . GRIDELINE . No , no , ' tis plain . Thy frauds I fee , Traitor to thy King and me ! Sir TRUSTY . O Grideline ! confult thy glass , Sir 12 ROSAM ON D.
Σελίδα 13
... Tigrefs , be gone . GRIDELINE . -I love thee fo , I cannot go . Sir TRUSTY . Fly from my paffion , Beldame , fly ! GRIDELINE . Why fo unkind , Sir Trusty , why ? [ Afide Sir TRUST Y. Thou'rt the plague of my life . Sir ROSAM ON D. 13.
... Tigrefs , be gone . GRIDELINE . -I love thee fo , I cannot go . Sir TRUSTY . Fly from my paffion , Beldame , fly ! GRIDELINE . Why fo unkind , Sir Trusty , why ? [ Afide Sir TRUST Y. Thou'rt the plague of my life . Sir ROSAM ON D. 13.
Σελίδα 37
... thee here . [ Drinks , The King this doleful news fhall read In lines of my inditing : [ Writes . " Great Sir , " Your Rofamond is dead " As I am at this prefent writing . The bower turns round , my brain's abus'd , The labyrinth grows ...
... thee here . [ Drinks , The King this doleful news fhall read In lines of my inditing : [ Writes . " Great Sir , " Your Rofamond is dead " As I am at this prefent writing . The bower turns round , my brain's abus'd , The labyrinth grows ...
Σελίδα 43
... 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 ? My heart's too full , I must retire . [ Retires to the end of the flage . SCENE ...
... 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 ? My heart's too full , I must retire . [ Retires to the end of the flage . SCENE ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt aſk behold buſineſs BUTLER Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhew fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDINER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houfe houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA Lucius Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtill ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd САТО
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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.