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 55
... CATO . WHILE you the fierce divided Britons awe , And Cato with an equal virtue draw , While envy is itself in wonder loft , And factions ftrive who shall applaud you moff ; Forgive the fond ambition of a friend , Who hopes himself ...
... CATO . WHILE you the fierce divided Britons awe , And Cato with an equal virtue draw , While envy is itself in wonder loft , And factions ftrive who shall applaud you moff ; Forgive the fond ambition of a friend , Who hopes himself ...
Σελίδα 56
... Cato fhines in Virgil's epic song , Prescribing laws among th ' Elysian throng ; Tho ' Lucan's verse , exalted by his name , O'er gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame ; The Roman ftage did ne'er his image fee , Drawn at full ...
... Cato fhines in Virgil's epic song , Prescribing laws among th ' Elysian throng ; Tho ' Lucan's verse , exalted by his name , O'er gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame ; The Roman ftage did ne'er his image fee , Drawn at full ...
Σελίδα 57
... Cato's tomb explore ! • When thrice fix hundred times the circling fun • His annual race fhall thro ' the zodiac run , ' An ifle remote his monument shall rear , And ev'ry generous - Briten pay a tear . ' J. HUGHES . HAT do we fee ! is Cato ...
... Cato's tomb explore ! • When thrice fix hundred times the circling fun • His annual race fhall thro ' the zodiac run , ' An ifle remote his monument shall rear , And ev'ry generous - Briten pay a tear . ' J. HUGHES . HAT do we fee ! is Cato ...
Σελίδα 58
... Cato told the gods , I'm fatisfy'd . See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to fhoot , and ripen into fame . Applauding theatres difturb their reft , And unborn Cato's heave in ev'ry breast . Their nightly dreams ...
... Cato told the gods , I'm fatisfy'd . See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to fhoot , and ripen into fame . Applauding theatres difturb their reft , And unborn Cato's heave in ev'ry breast . Their nightly dreams ...
Σελίδα 62
... world's great business wait , Anxious for Rome , and figh for Cato's fate . Here taught how antient heroes rose to faine , Britons crowd , and catch the Roman flame , Where Where states and fenates well might lend an ear , [ 62 ]
... world's great business wait , Anxious for Rome , and figh for Cato's fate . Here taught how antient heroes rose to faine , Britons crowd , and catch the Roman flame , Where Where states and fenates well might lend an ear , [ 62 ]
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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.