The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 2. köideD. A. Talboys, 1830 |
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Page 44
... better judgment pointed out to him as unfit to stand , and retained all those thoughts he approved . With these materials he , while abroad , may be said to have rewritten the first four acts , and to have added the fifth in England ...
... better judgment pointed out to him as unfit to stand , and retained all those thoughts he approved . With these materials he , while abroad , may be said to have rewritten the first four acts , and to have added the fifth in England ...
Page 45
... better calculated to please in the closet than on the stage . But although the au- thor's opinion coincided with that of Pope , and which indeed time has proved to be true , the importunity of his friends compelled him to the important ...
... better calculated to please in the closet than on the stage . But although the au- thor's opinion coincided with that of Pope , and which indeed time has proved to be true , the importunity of his friends compelled him to the important ...
Page 73
... better terms . SYPHAX.- -Alas ! he's lost , He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues : -but I'll try once more ( For every instant I expect him here ) If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith ...
... better terms . SYPHAX.- -Alas ! he's lost , He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues : -but I'll try once more ( For every instant I expect him here ) If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith ...
Page 77
... better practises these boasted virtues . Coarse are his meals , the fortune of the chase , Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst , Toils all the day , and at th ' approach of night On the first friendly bank he throws him down ...
... better practises these boasted virtues . Coarse are his meals , the fortune of the chase , Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst , Toils all the day , and at th ' approach of night On the first friendly bank he throws him down ...
Page 79
... Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths ,. Than wound my honour . SYPHAX . -Rather say your love . JUBA . Syphax , I've promis'd to preserve my temper . Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame , I long have stifled , and would fain ...
... Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths ,. Than wound my honour . SYPHAX . -Rather say your love . JUBA . Syphax , I've promis'd to preserve my temper . Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame , I long have stifled , and would fain ...
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ABIG Abigail Alcibiades arms beats Behold believe blood bower Cæsar Cato Cato's charms COACH conjurer dear death DECIUS dost thou dreadful drum duke of Anjou Enter Exit eyes fair fancy FANT Fantome fate father fear friends GARD ghost give gods GRID GRIDELINE grief hand happy hear heart heaven ho--nour honour husband JUBA KING LADY liberty live Look ye lover LUCIA LUCIUS madam maid MARCIA MARCUS marry master never night Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia pleasure PORTIUS Pray prince Prithee QUEEN rage riddle rise Roman Roman senate Rome Rosamond SCENE secret SEMP Sempronius senate servants SIR GEORGE SIR TRUSTY sorrow soul Spanish monarchy speak stand steward sword SYPHAX talk tears tell thee Theophrastus thou art thou hast thought thousand pound TINSEL Utica VELLUM virtue vows widow woman word wouldst young youth
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Page 64 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To^ raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 129 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 65 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws...
Page 107 - Oh, stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! Why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure.
Page 102 - tis no matter, we shall do without him. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph, And serve to trip before the victor's chariot. Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Page 133 - Alas! I tremble when I think on Cato, In every view, in every thought I tremble ! Cato is stern, and awful as a god; He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Or pardon weakness that he never felt. Mar. Though stern and awful to the foes of Rome, He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild, Compassionate, and gentle to his friends. Fill'd with domestic tenderness, the best, The kindest father!
Page 129 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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.
Page 67 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...
Page 84 - So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains Of rushing torrents, and descending rains, Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines, Reflects each flower that on the border grows, And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows.
Page 87 - Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests 'em from our hands, And bids us not delight in Roman blood, Unprofitably shed ; what men could do Is done already : Heaven and earth will witness, If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.