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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... First , as in ftri & teft duty bound , I kiss your royal hand . KING . Where is my life ! my Rofamond ! Sir TRUSTY . Next with fubmiffion moft profound , I welcome you to land . KING . Where is the tender , charming fair ! Sir TRUSTY ...
... First , as in ftri & teft duty bound , I kiss your royal hand . KING . Where is my life ! my Rofamond ! Sir TRUSTY . Next with fubmiffion moft profound , I welcome you to land . KING . Where is the tender , charming fair ! Sir TRUSTY ...
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... first interviews ? KING . Full in the center of the grove , In yon pavilion made for love , Where woodbines , rofes , jeffamines , Amaranths , and eglantines , With intermingling fweets have wove The particolour'd gay alcove . Sir ...
... first interviews ? KING . Full in the center of the grove , In yon pavilion made for love , Where woodbines , rofes , jeffamines , Amaranths , and eglantines , With intermingling fweets have wove The particolour'd gay alcove . Sir ...
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... first inspir'd " Twas there , to fome indulgent grove retir'd , Rome's antient fortunes rolling in thy mind , Thy happy mufe this manly work defign'd : Or in a dream thou faw'ft Rome's genius stand , And , leading Cato in his facred ...
... first inspir'd " Twas there , to fome indulgent grove retir'd , Rome's antient fortunes rolling in thy mind , Thy happy mufe this manly work defign'd : Or in a dream thou faw'ft Rome's genius stand , And , leading Cato in his facred ...
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... with Lucan's fire ; We know thy worth , and give us leave to boast , We most admire , because we know thee moft , Queen's College , Oxon . THO . TICKELL , ! SIR , WHEN your gen'rous labour first I view'd SIR , [ 63 ]
... with Lucan's fire ; We know thy worth , and give us leave to boast , We most admire , because we know thee moft , Queen's College , Oxon . THO . TICKELL , ! SIR , WHEN your gen'rous labour first I view'd SIR , [ 63 ]
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... first I view'd , And Cato's hands in his own blood imbru'd ; That scene of death fo terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with her tears . Yet with fuch wond'rous art your skilful hand Does all the paffions of the foul command ...
... first I view'd , And Cato's hands in his own blood imbru'd ; That scene of death fo terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with her tears . Yet with fuch wond'rous art your skilful hand Does all the paffions of the foul command ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide behold BUTLER C¿far caft Cato Cato's caufe cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit eyes 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 houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA LUCIUS Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE ſcenes ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtand ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd
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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.