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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... Nature and art in all their charms combin'd , And all Elyfium to one view confin'd ! No farther could imaginaiton roam , Till Vanbrugh fram'd , and Marlbro ' rais'd the dome . Ten thousand pangs my anxious bosom tear , When drown'd in ...
... Nature and art in all their charms combin'd , And all Elyfium to one view confin'd ! No farther could imaginaiton roam , Till Vanbrugh fram'd , and Marlbro ' rais'd the dome . Ten thousand pangs my anxious bosom tear , When drown'd in ...
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... ( Nature's fofteft , fweeteft ftore ) Charm my tortur'd foul no more . Ye powers , Irave , I faint , I die : Why fo flow ! great Henry , why ! From death and alarms Fly , fly to my arms , Fly to my arms , my Monarch , fly ! Sir TRUSTY How ...
... ( Nature's fofteft , fweeteft ftore ) Charm my tortur'd foul no more . Ye powers , Irave , I faint , I die : Why fo flow ! great Henry , why ! From death and alarms Fly , fly to my arms , Fly to my arms , my Monarch , fly ! Sir TRUSTY How ...
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... nature kept , And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept . Our author fbuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory , or the virgin's love ; In pitying love we but our weakness show , And wild ambition well deferves its woe . Here ve ...
... nature kept , And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept . Our author fbuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory , or the virgin's love ; In pitying love we but our weakness show , And wild ambition well deferves its woe . Here ve ...
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... foul : To quell the tyrant love , and guard thy heart On this weak fide , where moft our nature fails , Would be a conqueft worthy Cato's fon . VOL . II . E MARMARCUS . Portius , the counsel which I cannot take , CATO . 73.
... foul : To quell the tyrant love , and guard thy heart On this weak fide , where moft our nature fails , Would be a conqueft worthy Cato's fon . VOL . II . E MARMARCUS . Portius , the counsel which I cannot take , CATO . 73.
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... nature form'd Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage ; He bounds o'er all , victorious in his march ; The Alps and Pyreneans fink before him , Through winds and waves , and storms he works his way Impatient for the battle : One day ...
... nature form'd Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage ; He bounds o'er all , victorious in his march ; The Alps and Pyreneans fink before him , Through winds and waves , and storms he works his way Impatient for the battle : One day ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt 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 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 ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtand ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſe 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.