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. Tickell

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T. Walker, 1773

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Page xxxvi - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Page xxxv - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Page 47 - And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies...
Page 240 - Nor mix the toils of hunting with her ease. But oft would bathe her in the...
Page xxxv - From world to world, unweary'd does he fly; Or curious trace the long laborious maze Of heaven's decrees, where wond'ring angels gaze?
Page 225 - Ah wretched me ! I now begin too late To find out all the long perplex'd deceit ; It is myself I love, myself I see ; The gay delusion is a part of me. I kindle up the fires by which I burn, And my own beauties from the well return. Whom...
Page 31 - What found of brazen wheels, what thunder, fcare, And ftun the reader with the din of war! With fear my fpirits and my blood retire, To fee the feraphs funk in clouds of fire ; But when, with eager fteps, from hence I...
Page 51 - I've already troubled you too long, Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous song. My humble verse demands a softer theme, A painted mea,dow, or a purling stream ; Unfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
Page 209 - The point still buried in the marrow lay. And now his rage, increasing with his pain, Reddens his eyes, and beats in every vein ; Churn'd in his teeth the foamy venom rose, Whilst from his mouth a blast of vapours flows, Such as th' infernal Stygian waters cast ; The plants around him wither in the blast.
Page 212 - Long did he live within his new abodes, Ally'd by marriage to the deathless Gods; And, in a fruitful wife's embraces old, A long increase of children's children told: But no frail man, however great or high, Can be concluded blest before he die.

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