The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 2. köideLewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... Henry comes ! with love opprest ; Prepare to lodge the royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , ROSAMOND . 15.
... Henry comes ! with love opprest ; Prepare to lodge the royal guest . From purple fields with slaughter spread , From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead , From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , ROSAMOND . 15.
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Joseph Addison. From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ! prepare thy bower To lodge the mighty conqueror . SIR TRUSTY . The bower and lady both are drest , And ready to receive their ...
Joseph Addison. From glorious and immortal toils , Laden with honour , rich with spoils , Great Henry comes ! prepare thy bower To lodge the mighty conqueror . SIR TRUSTY . The bower and lady both are drest , And ready to receive their ...
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... honours were lavished upon its author . Wits were proud to write verses in its praise . It was censured as a party ... honour for Mr. Tickell , he sent it into the world without any dedication ; the delicacy of friend- ship preventing ...
... honours were lavished upon its author . Wits were proud to write verses in its praise . It was censured as a party ... honour for Mr. Tickell , he sent it into the world without any dedication ; the delicacy of friend- ship preventing ...
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... honours draw From the long triumphs which with tears he saw . How shall I your unrival'd worth proclaim , Lost in the spreading circle of your fame ! We saw you the great William's praise rehearse , And paint Britannia's joys in Roman ...
... honours draw From the long triumphs which with tears he saw . How shall I your unrival'd worth proclaim , Lost in the spreading circle of your fame ! We saw you the great William's praise rehearse , And paint Britannia's joys in Roman ...
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... great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love of life ? Describe the patriot , obstinately good , As hovering o'er THE TRAGEDY OF CATO . 59 69.
... great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love of life ? Describe the patriot , obstinately good , As hovering o'er THE TRAGEDY OF CATO . 59 69.
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ABIG Abigail Alcibiades arms beats Behold believe blood bower C¿sar Cato Cato's charms COACH conjurer dear death DECIUS dost thou dreadful drum duke of Anjou Enter Exit eyes fair fancy FANT Fantome fate father fear friends GARD ghost give gods GRID GRIDELINE grief hand happy hear heart heaven ho--nour honour husband JUBA KING LADY liberty live Look ye lover LUCIA LUCIUS madam maid MARCIA MARCUS marry master never night Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia pleasure PORTIUS Pray prince Prithee QUEEN rage riddle rise Roman Roman senate Rome Rosamond SCENE secret SEMP Sempronius senate servants SIR GEORGE SIR TRUSTY sorrow soul Spanish monarchy speak stand steward sword SYPHAX talk tears tell thee Theophrastus thou art thou hast thought thousand pound TINSEL Utica VELLUM virtue vows widow woman word wouldst young youth Сато
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Page 64 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 129 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 65 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Page 88 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 130 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 130 - ... 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.
Page 86 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, 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.
Page 129 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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 128 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Page 67 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...