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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... 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 me . He comes his Rofamond to greet , And lay his laurels at her ...
... 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 me . He comes his Rofamond to greet , And lay his laurels at her ...
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... , the last fareweb ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courfer bound , Bid the drum and trumpets join , Warm my foul Bid 42 ROSAMON D.
... , the last fareweb ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courfer bound , Bid the drum and trumpets join , Warm my foul Bid 42 ROSAMON D.
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... drum and trumpets join , Warm my foul with rage divine ; All thy pomps around thee call : To conquer love will ask them all . SCENE II . [ Exit . The Scene changes to that part of the bower where Sir Trusty lies upon the ground , with ...
... drum and trumpets join , Warm my foul with rage divine ; All thy pomps around thee call : To conquer love will ask them all . SCENE II . [ Exit . The Scene changes to that part of the bower where Sir Trusty lies upon the ground , with ...
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... in the house . This spirit will bring a power of custom to the George - If fo be he continues his pranks , I defign to fell a pot of ale , and fet up the fign of the Drum . COACHt COACHMAN . I'll give Madam warning , that's flat - [ 183 ]
... in the house . This spirit will bring a power of custom to the George - If fo be he continues his pranks , I defign to fell a pot of ale , and fet up the fign of the Drum . COACHt COACHMAN . I'll give Madam warning , that's flat - [ 183 ]
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... is of opinion it can be none but his honour ; he always lov'd the wars , and you know was mightily pleas'd from a child with the music of a drum GAR . GARDINER . I wonder his body was never found after 184 The DRUMMER : Or ,
... is of opinion it can be none but his honour ; he always lov'd the wars , and you know was mightily pleas'd from a child with the music of a drum GAR . GARDINER . I wonder his body was never found after 184 The DRUMMER : Or ,
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt aſk behold buſineſs BUTLER C¿far caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhew fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDINER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houfe houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA Lucius Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtill ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd САТО
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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.