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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... of the AUTHOR . of the LIFE and By Mr. TICKEL L. VOLUME the SECOND . DUBLIN :. PRINTED FOR T. WALKER , AT CICERO'S - HEAD , IN DAME - STREET . MDCC LXXIII . 73 ADVERTISEMENT V Thefe three Volumes , with the Tatlers I Am Nason .
... of the AUTHOR . of the LIFE and By Mr. TICKEL L. VOLUME the SECOND . DUBLIN :. PRINTED FOR T. WALKER , AT CICERO'S - HEAD , IN DAME - STREET . MDCC LXXIII . 73 ADVERTISEMENT V Thefe three Volumes , with the Tatlers I Am Nason .
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... head : Love and despair What beart can bear ! Eafe my foul , or ftrike me dead SCENE V. The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before . ROSAMON D Sola . Tranfporting pleasure , who can tell.it ! When our longing eyes difcover The kind ...
... head : Love and despair What beart can bear ! Eafe my foul , or ftrike me dead SCENE V. The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before . ROSAMON D Sola . Tranfporting pleasure , who can tell.it ! When our longing eyes difcover The kind ...
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... head A fhield of adamant I spread . 1ANGE L. In hours of peace , unfeen , unknown , I hover o'er the British throne . 2 ANGE L. When hofts of foes with foes engage , And round th ' anointed hero rage , The cleaving faulchion I misguide ...
... head A fhield of adamant I spread . 1ANGE L. In hours of peace , unfeen , unknown , I hover o'er the British throne . 2 ANGE L. When hofts of foes with foes engage , And round th ' anointed hero rage , The cleaving faulchion I misguide ...
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... head in air , His fap exhaufted , and his branches bare , ' Midft ftorms and earthquakes he maintains his state , Fixt deep in earth , and faften'd by his weight : His naked boughs ftill lend the shepherds aid , And his old trunk ...
... head in air , His fap exhaufted , and his branches bare , ' Midft ftorms and earthquakes he maintains his state , Fixt deep in earth , and faften'd by his weight : His naked boughs ftill lend the shepherds aid , And his old trunk ...
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... head ; Oppreffion , tyranny , and power ufurp'd , Draw all the vengeance of his arm upon ' em . MARCUS . Who knows not this ? But what can Cato do Against a world , a bafe degenerate world , That courts the yoke , and bows the neck to ...
... head ; Oppreffion , tyranny , and power ufurp'd , Draw all the vengeance of his arm upon ' em . MARCUS . Who knows not this ? But what can Cato do Against a world , a bafe degenerate world , That courts the yoke , and bows the neck to ...
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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.