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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... woman breaking in upon me , And melt about my heart ! my tears will flow . But oh I'll think no more ! the hand of fate -recal • Has torn thee from me , and I muft forget thee . PORTIU S. 6 • Hard - hearted , cruel maid ! LUCIA . Oh ...
... woman breaking in upon me , And melt about my heart ! my tears will flow . But oh I'll think no more ! the hand of fate -recal • Has torn thee from me , and I muft forget thee . PORTIU S. 6 • Hard - hearted , cruel maid ! LUCIA . Oh ...
Page 127
... loves thee more than ever woman lov'd ! -What do I say ? my half - recover'd fenfe Forgets the vow in which my foul is bound . • Destruction ftands betwixt us ! we must part . PORTIUS . ' Name not the word , my frighted G4 POR CATO . 127.
... loves thee more than ever woman lov'd ! -What do I say ? my half - recover'd fenfe Forgets the vow in which my foul is bound . • Destruction ftands betwixt us ! we must part . PORTIUS . ' Name not the word , my frighted G4 POR CATO . 127.
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... woman's flave ! SEMPRONIUS . Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth , and tenderness of love . Syphax , I long to clasp that haughty inaid , And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When When I have gone thus far ...
... woman's flave ! SEMPRONIUS . Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth , and tenderness of love . Syphax , I long to clasp that haughty inaid , And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When When I have gone thus far ...
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... woman If thou believ'ft ' tis poffible for woman To fuffer greater ills than Lucia fuffers MARCI A. O Lucia , Lucia ! might my big - swoln heart Vent all its griefs , and give a loofe to forrow : Marcia could answer thee in fighs , keep ...
... woman If thou believ'ft ' tis poffible for woman To fuffer greater ills than Lucia fuffers MARCI A. O Lucia , Lucia ! might my big - swoln heart Vent all its griefs , and give a loofe to forrow : Marcia could answer thee in fighs , keep ...
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... fenfe of prefent danger . When love once pleads admiffion to our hearts ( In fpite of all the virtue we can boast ) The woman that deliberates is loft . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE II . SEMPRONIUS , drefs'd like JÚ BA , CAT O .. 141.
... fenfe of prefent danger . When love once pleads admiffion to our hearts ( In fpite of all the virtue we can boast ) The woman that deliberates is loft . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE II . SEMPRONIUS , drefs'd like JÚ BA , CAT O .. 141.
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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.