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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... Grideline and me ! ROSAMON D. O Rofamond , behold too late , And tremble at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , way , That to thy ruin made their And led thine innocence aftray : [ Apart ...
... Grideline and me ! ROSAMON D. O Rofamond , behold too late , And tremble at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , way , That to thy ruin made their And led thine innocence aftray : [ Apart ...
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... GRIDELINE and PAGE . GRIDELINE . My ftomach fwells with fecret fpite , To fee my fickle , faithlefs Knight , With upright gesture , goodly mien , Face of olive , coat of green , That charm'd the Ladies long ago , So little his own worth ...
... GRIDELINE and PAGE . GRIDELINE . My ftomach fwells with fecret fpite , To fee my fickle , faithlefs Knight , With upright gesture , goodly mien , Face of olive , coat of green , That charm'd the Ladies long ago , So little his own worth ...
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... Grideline ? GRIDELINE . He does , my child ; or tell me why With weeping eye so oft fpy His whiskers curl'd , and fhoe - ftrings ty'd , A new toledo by his fide , In fhoulder - belt fo trimly plac'd , With band fo nicely fmooth'd and ...
... Grideline ? GRIDELINE . He does , my child ; or tell me why With weeping eye so oft fpy His whiskers curl'd , and fhoe - ftrings ty'd , A new toledo by his fide , In fhoulder - belt fo trimly plac'd , With band fo nicely fmooth'd and ...
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... GRIDELINE . -Too plainly I've prov❜d . BOTH . GRIDELINE . He loves and is lov'd . O merciless fate ! PAGE . Deplorable ftate ! GRIDELINE . To die- PAGE . -To be flain GRIDELINE . By a barbarous fwain , BOTH . That laughs at your pain .
... GRIDELINE . -Too plainly I've prov❜d . BOTH . GRIDELINE . He loves and is lov'd . O merciless fate ! PAGE . Deplorable ftate ! GRIDELINE . To die- PAGE . -To be flain GRIDELINE . By a barbarous fwain , BOTH . That laughs at your pain .
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... GRIDELINE . Of such a faithful spy I've need : * Go in , and if thy plot fucceed , Fair youth , thou may'ft depend on this , I'll pay thy fervice with a kifs . GRIDELINE fola . Prythee , Cupid , no more Hurl thy darts at threescore , To ...
... GRIDELINE . Of such a faithful spy I've need : * Go in , and if thy plot fucceed , Fair youth , thou may'ft depend on this , I'll pay thy fervice with a kifs . GRIDELINE fola . Prythee , Cupid , no more Hurl thy darts at threescore , To ...
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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.