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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Ten thousand pangs my anxious bosom tear , When drown'd in tears I fee th ' imploring fair : When bards lefs soft the moving words supply , A feeming justice dooms the nymph to die : But here fhe begs , nor can fhe beg in vain ...
Ten thousand pangs my anxious bosom tear , When drown'd in tears I fee th ' imploring fair : When bards lefs soft the moving words supply , A feeming justice dooms the nymph to die : But here fhe begs , nor can fhe beg in vain ...
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To rend my breast , And break my reft , A thousand thousand ills combine . Abfence wounds me , Fear furrounds me , Guilt confounds me , Was ever paffion crofs'd like mine ? Sir TRUSTY . What heart of stone Can hear her moan , And not in ...
To rend my breast , And break my reft , A thousand thousand ills combine . Abfence wounds me , Fear furrounds me , Guilt confounds me , Was ever paffion crofs'd like mine ? Sir TRUSTY . What heart of stone Can hear her moan , And not in ...
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My anxious boding heart divines His falfhood by a thousand figns : Oft o'er the lonely rocks he walks , And to the foolish echo talks : Oft in the glass he rolls his eye , But turns and frowns if I am by ; Then my fond eafy heart ...
My anxious boding heart divines His falfhood by a thousand figns : Oft o'er the lonely rocks he walks , And to the foolish echo talks : Oft in the glass he rolls his eye , But turns and frowns if I am by ; Then my fond eafy heart ...
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My bofom heaves , and pants with fear : A thousand checks my heart controul , A thousand terrors shake my foul . PAGE . Behold the brazen gate unbar'd ! She's fixt in thought , I am not , heard →→ QUEEN I fee , I fee my hands imbru'd ...
My bofom heaves , and pants with fear : A thousand checks my heart controul , A thousand terrors shake my foul . PAGE . Behold the brazen gate unbar'd ! She's fixt in thought , I am not , heard →→ QUEEN I fee , I fee my hands imbru'd ...
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The scene yet stands before my eye , A thousand glorious deeds that lie In deep futurity obfcure , Fights and triumphs immature , Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb , Ripening for mighty years to come , Break forth , and , to the day ...
The scene yet stands before my eye , A thousand glorious deeds that lie In deep futurity obfcure , Fights and triumphs immature , Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb , Ripening for mighty years to come , Break forth , and , to the day ...
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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.