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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Page 48
... whole world believe her dead . That no foul minifter of vice Again my finking foul intice Its broken paffion to renew , But let me live and die with you . QUEEN . How does my heart for fuch a prize The vain cenforious world defpife ...
... whole world believe her dead . That no foul minifter of vice Again my finking foul intice Its broken paffion to renew , But let me live and die with you . QUEEN . How does my heart for fuch a prize The vain cenforious world defpife ...
Page 49
... whole world believe her dead . That no foul minifter of vice Again my finking foul intice Its broken paffion to renew , But let me live and die with you . QUEEN . How does my heart for such a prize The vain cenforious world defpife ...
... whole world believe her dead . That no foul minifter of vice Again my finking foul intice Its broken paffion to renew , But let me live and die with you . QUEEN . How does my heart for such a prize The vain cenforious world defpife ...
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... whole plains away , We fhrink with horror , and confefs our fear , And all the fudden founding ruin hear , When purple robes , diftain'd with blood deceive , And make poor Marcia beautifully grieve , When the her fecret thoughts no more ...
... whole plains away , We fhrink with horror , and confefs our fear , And all the fudden founding ruin hear , When purple robes , diftain'd with blood deceive , And make poor Marcia beautifully grieve , When the her fecret thoughts no more ...
Page 61
... whole , new scenes of tranfport call . Thus jewellers confound our wand'ring eyes , And with variety of gems furprise . Here Sapphires , here the Sardian - ftone is feen , The Topaz yellow , and the fasper green . The coftly Brilliant ...
... whole , new scenes of tranfport call . Thus jewellers confound our wand'ring eyes , And with variety of gems furprise . Here Sapphires , here the Sardian - ftone is feen , The Topaz yellow , and the fasper green . The coftly Brilliant ...
Page 95
... gaye him Rome , Egypt has fince Receiv'd his yoke , and the whole Nile is C¿far's : Why fhould I mention Juba's overthrow , And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning fands 4 Still fmoke with blood . What courfe to take Still CAT O. 95.
... gaye him Rome , Egypt has fince Receiv'd his yoke , and the whole Nile is C¿far's : Why fhould I mention Juba's overthrow , And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning fands 4 Still fmoke with blood . What courfe to take Still CAT O. 95.
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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.