The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 2. köideD. A. Talboys, 1830 |
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... Henry comes ! with love opprest ; Prepare to lodge the royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , ROSAMOND . 15.
... Henry comes ! with love opprest ; Prepare to lodge the royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , ROSAMOND . 15.
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Joseph Addison. From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ! prepare thy bower To lodge the mighty conqueror . SIR TRUSTY . The bower and lady both are drest , And ready to receive their ...
Joseph Addison. From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ! prepare thy bower To lodge the mighty conqueror . SIR TRUSTY . The bower and lady both are drest , And ready to receive their ...
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... honours were lavished upon its author . Wits were proud to write verses in its praise . It was censured as a party ... honour for Mr. Tickell , he sent it into the world without any dedication ; the delicacy of friend- ship preventing ...
... honours were lavished upon its author . Wits were proud to write verses in its praise . It was censured as a party ... honour for Mr. Tickell , he sent it into the world without any dedication ; the delicacy of friend- ship preventing ...
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... honours draw From the long triumphs which with tears he saw . How shall I your unrival'd worth proclaim , Lost in the spreading circle of your fame ! We saw you the great William's praise rehearse , And paint Britannia's joys in Roman ...
... honours draw From the long triumphs which with tears he saw . How shall I your unrival'd worth proclaim , Lost in the spreading circle of your fame ! We saw you the great William's praise rehearse , And paint Britannia's joys in Roman ...
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... great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love of life ? Describe the patriot , obstinately good , As hovering o'er THE TRAGEDY OF CATO . 59.
... great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love of life ? Describe the patriot , obstinately good , As hovering o'er THE TRAGEDY OF CATO . 59.
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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.