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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O fair diftrefs'd , How shall my heart , with grief opprefs'd , Its unrelenting purpose tell ; And take the long , the last fareweb ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded ...
O fair diftrefs'd , How shall my heart , with grief opprefs'd , Its unrelenting purpose tell ; And take the long , the last fareweb ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded ...
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To - morrow fhould we thus exprefs our friendship , Each might receive a slave into his arms : This fun perhaps , this morning fun's the last , That e'er fhall rifeon Roman liberty . PORTIU S. My father has this morning call'd together ...
To - morrow fhould we thus exprefs our friendship , Each might receive a slave into his arms : This fun perhaps , this morning fun's the last , That e'er fhall rifeon Roman liberty . PORTIU S. My father has this morning call'd together ...
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But can you e'er forget The tender forrows and the pangs of nature , The fond embraces , and repeated bleffings , Which you drew from him in your last farewel ? Still muft I cherish the dear , fad remembrance , At once to torture ...
But can you e'er forget The tender forrows and the pangs of nature , The fond embraces , and repeated bleffings , Which you drew from him in your last farewel ? Still muft I cherish the dear , fad remembrance , At once to torture ...
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Fathers , pronounce your thoughts , are they still fixt To hold it out , and fight it to the last ? Or are your hearts subdu'd at length , and wrought By time and ill fuccefs to a fubmiffion ? Sempronius , fpeak . SEMPRONIUS .
Fathers , pronounce your thoughts , are they still fixt To hold it out , and fight it to the last ? Or are your hearts subdu'd at length , and wrought By time and ill fuccefs to a fubmiffion ? Sempronius , fpeak . SEMPRONIUS .
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Twill never be too late To fue for chains , and own a conqueror . Why Should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No , let us draw her term of freedom out . 644 In its fuil - length , and spin it to the last ,, i So So fhall we gain ftill ...
Twill never be too late To fue for chains , and own a conqueror . Why Should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No , let us draw her term of freedom out . 644 In its fuil - length , and spin it to the last ,, i So So fhall we gain ftill ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide appear arms bear behold believe better blood BUTLER Cato Cato's charms COACHMAN comes Conjurer court dead dear death doft drum Enter ev'ry Exit eyes fair fall fame fancy Fantome fate father fear fhall fhould follow fome foul friends ftand ftill fuch GARDINER give gods GRIDELINE grief hand head hear heard heart heav'n hope houſe JUBA KING LADY laft legs live loft look LUCIA LUCIUS Madam mafter Marcia Marcus means muft muſt nature never once paffion pains perfon poor Portius Pray Prince QUEEN rife Roman Rome SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY Syphax talk tears tell thee theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thought TINSEL true turn VELLU 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.