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 4
... expressive of her woes , And ev'ry tear in lines so mournful flows ; We , spite of fame , her fate revers'd believe , O'erlook her crimes , and think she ought to live . Let Let joy transport fair Rosamonda's shade , And wreaths of [ 4 ]
... expressive of her woes , And ev'ry tear in lines so mournful flows ; We , spite of fame , her fate revers'd believe , O'erlook her crimes , and think she ought to live . Let Let joy transport fair Rosamonda's shade , And wreaths of [ 4 ]
Σελίδα 5
... fame , And thy own laurels shade thy envy'd name : Thy name , the boast of all the tuneful choir , Shall tremble on the strings of ev'ry lyre ; While the charm'd reader with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or forrows ...
... fame , And thy own laurels shade thy envy'd name : Thy name , the boast of all the tuneful choir , Shall tremble on the strings of ev'ry lyre ; While the charm'd reader with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or forrows ...
Σελίδα 40
... armies , clashing arms , The softer prints of love deface ; And trumpets found in ev'ry trace , Glory strives ! ROTH The field is won ! Fame revives , And love is gone . D AN IANGEL . To calm thy grief , and lull thy 40 ROSAMON.
... armies , clashing arms , The softer prints of love deface ; And trumpets found in ev'ry trace , Glory strives ! ROTH The field is won ! Fame revives , And love is gone . D AN IANGEL . To calm thy grief , and lull thy 40 ROSAMON.
Σελίδα 49
... fame . My former legs too , by their pace ! And by the whiskers , ' tis my face ! The self - fame habit , garb and mien ! They ne'er wou'd bury me in green . VOL . II . D SCENE QUEEN . A heart so unrepenting . KING . A ROSAMOND . 49.
... fame . My former legs too , by their pace ! And by the whiskers , ' tis my face ! The self - fame habit , garb and mien ! They ne'er wou'd bury me in green . VOL . II . D SCENE QUEEN . A heart so unrepenting . KING . A ROSAMOND . 49.
Σελίδα 49
... fame . My former legs too , by their pace ! And by the whiskers , ' tis my face ! The self - fame habit , garb and mien ! They ne'er wou'd bury me in green . VOL . II . D SCENE SCENE IV . GRIDELINE and Sir TRUSTY . GRIDELINE . ROSAMOND .
... fame . My former legs too , by their pace ! And by the whiskers , ' tis my face ! The self - fame habit , garb and mien ! They ne'er wou'd bury me in green . VOL . II . D SCENE SCENE IV . GRIDELINE and Sir TRUSTY . GRIDELINE . ROSAMOND .
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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.