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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KING . Where is my love , O tell me where ! Sir T R US Tr . For when we have a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to speak , and him to hear , KING . These dull delays , I cannot bear .
KING . Where is my love , O tell me where ! Sir T R US Tr . For when we have a Prince's ear , We should have wit , To know what's fit For us to speak , and him to hear , KING . These dull delays , I cannot bear .
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In yon cool grotto's artful night Refreshing slumbers I'll invite , Then feek again my absent fair , With all the love a heart can bear . ROS AMOND fola . From whence this fad presaging fear , This sudden figh , this falling tear ?
In yon cool grotto's artful night Refreshing slumbers I'll invite , Then feek again my absent fair , With all the love a heart can bear . ROS AMOND fola . From whence this fad presaging fear , This sudden figh , this falling tear ?
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The pangs of love , Ye pow'rs renove , Or dart your thunder at my . head : Love and despair What beart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Exeunt SCENE V. The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before . ROSAMOND Sola .
The pangs of love , Ye pow'rs renove , Or dart your thunder at my . head : Love and despair What beart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Exeunt SCENE V. The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before . ROSAMOND Sola .
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Help me my Henry to assuage , To gain his love , or bear his rage . Mysterious love , uncertain treasure , Haft thou more of pain or pleasure ! Chilld with tears , Killd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would ...
Help me my Henry to assuage , To gain his love , or bear his rage . Mysterious love , uncertain treasure , Haft thou more of pain or pleasure ! Chilld with tears , Killd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would ...
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My father has this morning calld together , To this poor hall his little Roman senate , ( The leavings of Pharfalia ) to consult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent That bears down Ruine , and all her gods , before it , Or must at ...
My father has this morning calld together , To this poor hall his little Roman senate , ( The leavings of Pharfalia ) to consult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent That bears down Ruine , and all her gods , before it , Or must at ...
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ABIGA Abigal Afide appear arms bear believe better BUTLER Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACH comes Conjurer court dear death drum Enter ev'ry Exit eyes fair fall Fantome fate father fear firſt follow friends GARDINER give gods grief hand head hear heart heav'n himſelf hope houſe JUBA KING L A D Lady laſt legs live look Lucia Lucius Marcia Marcus maſter means muſt myſelf nature never once perſon pleaſe poor Portius Pray preſent Prince Queen riſe Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee Sempronius ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir GEORG Sir GEORG E ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch Syphax talk tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought thouſand TINSEL turn uſe V E L L U Vellum virtue whole woman young
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.