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 66
... look and lift'ning to his lore , Learn like his paffions to rebel no more ! When , lavish of his boiling blood , to prove The cure of flavish life , and flighted love , Brave Marcus now in early death appears , While Cato counts his ...
... look and lift'ning to his lore , Learn like his paffions to rebel no more ! When , lavish of his boiling blood , to prove The cure of flavish life , and flighted love , Brave Marcus now in early death appears , While Cato counts his ...
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... , what havock does ambition make Among your works ! MARCU S. Thy fteady temper , Portius , Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæfar , In the calm lights of mild philofophy ; A I'm tortur'd , even to madness , when I I'm ( 71 )
... , what havock does ambition make Among your works ! MARCU S. Thy fteady temper , Portius , Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæfar , In the calm lights of mild philofophy ; A I'm tortur'd , even to madness , when I I'm ( 71 )
Page 74
... looks , his actions all betray it : But ftill the fmother'd fondness burns within him . When most it fwells , and labours for a vent , The fenfe of honour , and defire of fame Drive the big paffion back into his heart . What ! fhall an ...
... looks , his actions all betray it : But ftill the fmother'd fondness burns within him . When most it fwells , and labours for a vent , The fenfe of honour , and defire of fame Drive the big paffion back into his heart . What ! fhall an ...
Page 81
... looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns , And turn thine eyes thus coldly on thy prince ? SY PHAX . ' Tis not ...
... looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns , And turn thine eyes thus coldly on thy prince ? SY PHAX . ' Tis not ...
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... looks at variance with our thoughts , To check the starts and fallies of the foul , And break off all its commerce with the tongue ? In short , to change us into other creatures , Than what our nature and the gods defign'd us ? JUBA ...
... looks at variance with our thoughts , To check the starts and fallies of the foul , And break off all its commerce with the tongue ? In short , to change us into other creatures , Than what our nature and the gods defign'd us ? JUBA ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt aſk behold buſineſs BUTLER Cæfar caft Cato Cato's 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 houfe houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA Lucius Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtill ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd САТО
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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.