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 169
... faid nay . How needless , if you knew us , were your fears ? Let love have eyes , and beauty will have ears . Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would choose , Too proud to ask , too humble to refuse : We give to merit , and to ...
... faid nay . How needless , if you knew us , were your fears ? Let love have eyes , and beauty will have ears . Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would choose , Too proud to ask , too humble to refuse : We give to merit , and to ...
Σελίδα 187
... faid , John , an honest man that is not quite fober , has nothing to fear Here's to ye- why now if he should come this minute , here would I tand . Ha ! what noise is that ? BUTLER and COACHΜΑΝ . Ha ! where ? GARDINER . The devil ! the ...
... faid , John , an honest man that is not quite fober , has nothing to fear Here's to ye- why now if he should come this minute , here would I tand . Ha ! what noise is that ? BUTLER and COACHΜΑΝ . Ha ! where ? GARDINER . The devil ! the ...
Σελίδα 190
... faid , and find thou hast manag'd this thing so well , that I could take thee in my arms and kiss thee if my drum did not stand in my way . ABIGA L. Well , O my conscience , you are the merriest ghost ! and the very picture of Sir ...
... faid , and find thou hast manag'd this thing so well , that I could take thee in my arms and kiss thee if my drum did not stand in my way . ABIGA L. Well , O my conscience , you are the merriest ghost ! and the very picture of Sir ...
Σελίδα 198
... faid , my dear ! why , faith , thou wert a very lucky hit , that's certain . LADY . Pray , Mr. Tinfel , where did you learn this odd way of talking ? TINSEL . Ah , widow , ' tis your country innocence makes you think it an odd way of ...
... faid , my dear ! why , faith , thou wert a very lucky hit , that's certain . LADY . Pray , Mr. Tinfel , where did you learn this odd way of talking ? TINSEL . Ah , widow , ' tis your country innocence makes you think it an odd way of ...
Σελίδα 232
... faid , Mr. Vellum was a generous lover . VELLUM . But I must put it on myself , Mrs. Abigal - you have the prettiest tip of a finger - I must take the freedom to salute it . ABIGAL . Oh fy ! you make me asham'd , Mr. Vellum ; how can ...
... faid , Mr. Vellum was a generous lover . VELLUM . But I must put it on myself , Mrs. Abigal - you have the prettiest tip of a finger - I must take the freedom to salute it . ABIGAL . Oh fy ! you make me asham'd , Mr. Vellum ; how can ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L ABIGAL Afide aſk becauſe behold beſt buſineſs BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caſt Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer Curſe dear death DECIU deſign doſt thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit fame Fantome father firſt foon forrow foul friends fuch fure GARDINER give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n houſe JUBA juſt KING LADY laſt live loft LUCIA LUCIUS Madam MARCIA MARCUS maſter moſt muſt myſelf nonſenſe Numidian obſerve paſs paſſion perſon pleaſe pleaſure PORTIUS Pr'ythee preſent Prince QUEEN queſtion raiſe reaſon riſe Roman Rome ROSAMOND ſaid ſame ſay SCENE ſecond ſecret ſee ſeen SEMPRONIUS ſenate ſenſe ſervants ſet ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſhow ſince Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſome ſoul ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſteward ſtill ſtory ſubject ſuch ſwell ſword Syphax tell thee theſe thoſe thought TINSE TINSEL uſe VELLUM virtue wou'd
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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.