The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Band 1H.G. Bohn, 1854 - 8 Seiten |
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... PORTIUS , Sons of Cato , MARCUS , DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , MR . BOOTH . MR . KEEN , MR . MILLS . MR . WILKS . MR . CIBBER . MR . POWELL . • MR . RYAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . MR . BOWMAN . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato ...
... PORTIUS , Sons of Cato , MARCUS , DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , MR . BOOTH . MR . KEEN , MR . MILLS . MR . WILKS . MR . CIBBER . MR . POWELL . • MR . RYAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . MR . BOWMAN . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato ...
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... Portius , 1 Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæsar , In the calm lights of mild philosophy ; I'm tortured ev'n to madness , when I think On the proud victor : every time he's named Pharsalia rises to my view ! -I see The ...
... Portius , 1 Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæsar , In the calm lights of mild philosophy ; I'm tortured ev'n to madness , when I think On the proud victor : every time he's named Pharsalia rises to my view ! -I see The ...
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... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! - POR ...
... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpitied , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! - POR ...
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... PORTIUS . SEM . Conspiracies no sooner should be formed Than executed . What means Portius here ? I like not that cold youth . I must dissemble , And speak a language foreign to my heart . [ Exit . [ Aside . Good - morrow , Portius ...
... PORTIUS . SEM . Conspiracies no sooner should be formed Than executed . What means Portius here ? I like not that cold youth . I must dissemble , And speak a language foreign to my heart . [ Exit . [ Aside . Good - morrow , Portius ...
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... Portius ! Could I but call that wondrous man my father , Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious To thy friend's vows , I might be blessed indeed ! POR . Alas ! Sempronius , wouldst thou talk of love To Marcia , whilst her father's ...
... Portius ! Could I but call that wondrous man my father , Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious To thy friend's vows , I might be blessed indeed ! POR . Alas ! Sempronius , wouldst thou talk of love To Marcia , whilst her father's ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Addison Æneid ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beautiful Cæsar Campania Cato Cato's charms church Claudian coins Commodus death DRYDEN emperor eyes fancy fate father fear figure fire friends Gaul Georgic give goddess gods grace grief hand head heart heaven honour inscription Italy Jove JUBA Julius Cæsar kind king lake look Lucia Lucius Verus marble Marcia Marcus Marcus Aurelius medals mighty mountains muse Naples nature Numidian nymph o'er occasion old Roman Ovid Pentheus poets Portius prince quæ QUEEN rage rise river rocks Rome round ruins says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE Sempronius shade shine side sight Silius Italicus SIR TR soul stands statues SYPH Syphax tears tell Teverone thee thou thought town Trajan turn verse VIRG Virgil virtue Whilst whole winds youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 160 - 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 : For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream thro' every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Seite v - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh, if sometimes thy spotless form descend, To me thy aid, thou guardian Genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more...
Seite 160 - The hero's glory, or the virgin's love ; In pitying love, we but our weakness show, And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Seite 27 - On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine! With citron groves adorn a distant soil; And the fat olive swell with floods of oil! We envy not the warmer clime that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine: 'Tis Liberty that crowns BRITANNIA'S Isle, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile!
Seite 210 - 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.
Seite 244 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Seite 208 - Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
Seite 149 - He delivers the meanest of his precepts with a kind of grandeur; he breaks the clods and tosses the dung about with an air of gracefulness.
Seite 211 - 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.
Seite 23 - Even the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Bear me, some god, to Baia's gentle seats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ; Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies...