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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Bebold on yonder rising ground The bower , that wander's In meanders , Ever bending , Never ending , Glades on Glades , Shades on sbades , Running an eternal round . QUE EN In such an endless maze I rove , Loft in labyrinths of love .
Bebold on yonder rising ground The bower , that wander's In meanders , Ever bending , Never ending , Glades on Glades , Shades on sbades , Running an eternal round . QUE EN In such an endless maze I rove , Loft in labyrinths of love .
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With boundless raptures here the muse cou'd swell , And on your Rosamond for ever dwell : There op'ning sweets , and ev'ry fragrant flow'r Luxuriant smile , a never ...
With boundless raptures here the muse cou'd swell , And on your Rosamond for ever dwell : There op'ning sweets , and ev'ry fragrant flow'r Luxuriant smile , a never ...
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S Y PHA X. Sir , your great father never us'd me thus . Alas , he's dead ! But can you e'er forget The tender sorrows and the pangs of nature , · The fond embraces , and repeated bleffings , Which you drew from him in your last farewel ...
S Y PHA X. Sir , your great father never us'd me thus . Alas , he's dead ! But can you e'er forget The tender sorrows and the pangs of nature , · The fond embraces , and repeated bleffings , Which you drew from him in your last farewel ...
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... Transplanting , one by one , into my life His bright perfections , ' till I shine like him . M A R CI A. My father , never at a time like this Wou'd lay out his great soul in words , and waste Such precious moments .
... Transplanting , one by one , into my life His bright perfections , ' till I shine like him . M A R CI A. My father , never at a time like this Wou'd lay out his great soul in words , and waste Such precious moments .
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Twill never be too late To fue for chains , and own a conqueror . Why Mhould Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No , let us draw her term of freedom out . il length , and spin it t ) the last , So fhall we gain still one day's liberty ...
Twill never be too late To fue for chains , and own a conqueror . Why Mhould Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No , let us draw her term of freedom out . il length , and spin it t ) the last , So fhall we gain still one day's liberty ...
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ABIGA Abigal Afide appear arms bear believe better BUTLER Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACH comes Conjurer court dear death drum Enter ev'ry Exit eyes fair fall Fantome fate father fear firſt follow friends GARDINER give gods grief hand head hear heart heav'n himſelf hope houſe JUBA KING L A D Lady laſt legs live look Lucia Lucius Marcia Marcus maſter means muſt myſelf nature never once perſon pleaſe poor Portius Pray preſent Prince Queen riſe Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee Sempronius ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir GEORG Sir GEORG E ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch Syphax talk tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought thouſand TINSEL turn uſe V E L L U Vellum 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.
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| Pealkiri | 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 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, Joseph Addison |
| Autor | Joseph Addison |
| Publisher | T. Walker, 1773 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 21 sept. 2006 |
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