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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... comes , victorious Henry comes ! Hautboys , trumpets , fifes and drums , In dreadful concert join'd , Send from afar A found of war , And fill with horror ev'ry mind . QUEEN . Henry returns from danger free ! Henry returns ! -but not to ...
... comes , victorious Henry comes ! Hautboys , trumpets , fifes and drums , In dreadful concert join'd , Send from afar A found of war , And fill with horror ev'ry mind . QUEEN . Henry returns from danger free ! Henry returns ! -but not to ...
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... comes ! with love oppreft ; Prepare to lodge thy royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Loaden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ...
... comes ! with love oppreft ; Prepare to lodge thy royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Loaden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ...
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... come : Behold , vain wretch , behold thy doom . Thy crimes in their full period tend , Or foon by this , or this fhall end . ROSAM ON D. What fhall I fay , or how reply To threats of injur'd Majefty ? QUEEN . Tis guilt that does thy ...
... come : Behold , vain wretch , behold thy doom . Thy crimes in their full period tend , Or foon by this , or this fhall end . ROSAM ON D. What fhall I fay , or how reply To threats of injur'd Majefty ? QUEEN . Tis guilt that does thy ...
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... come , Break forth , and , to the day display'd , My foft inglorious hours upbraid . Transported with fo bright a scheme , My waking life appears a dream . Adieu , ye wanton fbades and bowers , Wreaths of myrtle , beds of flowers , Rofy ...
... come , Break forth , and , to the day display'd , My foft inglorious hours upbraid . Transported with fo bright a scheme , My waking life appears a dream . Adieu , ye wanton fbades and bowers , Wreaths of myrtle , beds of flowers , Rofy ...
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... come into fashion , And marriage fo bleft on the the throne is , Like a Venus I'll fine , Be fond and be fine , And Sir Trufty fhall be my Adonis . Sir TRUSTY . And Sir Trufty fball be thy Adonis . The KING and QUEEN advancing . KING ...
... come into fashion , And marriage fo bleft on the the throne is , Like a Venus I'll fine , Be fond and be fine , And Sir Trufty fhall be my Adonis . Sir TRUSTY . And Sir Trufty fball be thy Adonis . The KING and QUEEN advancing . KING ...
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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.