The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Band 1H.G. Bohn, 1854 - 8 Seiten |
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... streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turned yellow by degrees , and ripened into gold : How some in feathers , or a ragged hide , Have lived a second life , and different natures tried . Then will thy Ovid , thus ...
... streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turned yellow by degrees , and ripened into gold : How some in feathers , or a ragged hide , Have lived a second life , and different natures tried . Then will thy Ovid , thus ...
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... streams of blood , On every guilty plain , and purple flood , Thy arms have made , and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care . Or if no milder thought can calm thy mind , Behold the great avenger of mankind ...
... streams of blood , On every guilty plain , and purple flood , Thy arms have made , and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care . Or if no milder thought can calm thy mind , Behold the great avenger of mankind ...
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... streams of fire the air they streak , And hurl destruction round them where they break ; The skies with long ascending flames are bright , And all the sea reflects a quivering light . Thus Etna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills ...
... streams of fire the air they streak , And hurl destruction round them where they break ; The skies with long ascending flames are bright , And all the sea reflects a quivering light . Thus Etna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills ...
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... streams , and fountains edged with moss , And shallow rills run trickling down the grass ; 1 Ethereal sweets . ] The following version , though it be exact enough , for the most part , and not inelegant , gives us but a faint idea of ...
... streams , and fountains edged with moss , And shallow rills run trickling down the grass ; 1 Ethereal sweets . ] The following version , though it be exact enough , for the most part , and not inelegant , gives us but a faint idea of ...
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... streams below ; That when the youth , led by their princes , shun The crowded hive and sport it in the sun , Refreshing springs may tempt them from the heat , And shady coverts yield a cool retreat . Whether the neighbouring water ...
... streams below ; That when the youth , led by their princes , shun The crowded hive and sport it in the sun , Refreshing springs may tempt them from the heat , And shady coverts yield a cool retreat . Whether the neighbouring water ...
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...