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 5
... tells the story of their loves , Alike they mourn , alike they bless their fate , Since love , which made ' em wretched , makes ' em great , Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan , Which gain'd a Virgil , and an Addison . Accept ...
... tells the story of their loves , Alike they mourn , alike they bless their fate , Since love , which made ' em wretched , makes ' em great , Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan , Which gain'd a Virgil , and an Addison . Accept ...
Σελίδα 20
... tell me where ! Sir TRUSTY . For when we have a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to speak , and him to hear , KING . These dull delays , I cannot bear . Where is my love , O tell me where ! Sir TRUSTY . I ...
... tell me where ! Sir TRUSTY . For when we have a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to speak , and him to hear , KING . These dull delays , I cannot bear . Where is my love , O tell me where ! Sir TRUSTY . I ...
Σελίδα 31
... 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 blifs ! -Death to my ...
... 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 blifs ! -Death to my ...
Σελίδα 42
... tell ; And take the long , the last farewel ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courser bound , : Bid the drum and trumpets join , Warm ...
... tell ; And take the long , the last farewel ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courser bound , : Bid the drum and trumpets join , Warm ...
Σελίδα 64
... tell How just her patriot liv'd , how great he fell ! Recount his wond'rous probity and truth , And form new Juba's in the British youth . Their gen'rous souls , when he resigns his breath , Are pleas'd with ruin , and in love with ...
... tell How just her patriot liv'd , how great he fell ! Recount his wond'rous probity and truth , And form new Juba's in the British youth . Their gen'rous souls , when he resigns his breath , Are pleas'd with ruin , and in love with ...
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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.