The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Band 2D. A. Talboys, 1830 |
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... great monarch of the British lays , The tribute song an humble subject pays . So tries the artless lark her early flight , And soars , to hail the god of verse and light . Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame , And thy TO THE AUTHOR.
... great monarch of the British lays , The tribute song an humble subject pays . So tries the artless lark her early flight , And soars , to hail the god of verse and light . Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame , And thy TO THE AUTHOR.
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... gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame ; The Roman stage did ne'er his image see , Drawn at full length ; a task reserv'd for thee . 1 Tender Husband , dedicated to Mr. Addison . VERSES TO THE AUTHOR , ETC. By thee we view VERSES ...
... gods themselves has rais'd the hero's fame ; The Roman stage did ne'er his image see , Drawn at full length ; a task reserv'd for thee . 1 Tender Husband , dedicated to Mr. Addison . VERSES TO THE AUTHOR , ETC. By thee we view VERSES ...
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... gods , " I'm satisfied . " See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to shoot , and ripen into fame ; Applauding theatres disturb their rest , And unborn Catos heave in every breast ; Their nightly dreams their daily ...
... gods , " I'm satisfied . " See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to shoot , and ripen into fame ; Applauding theatres disturb their rest , And unborn Catos heave in every breast ; Their nightly dreams their daily ...
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... gods of Rome , Like old acquaintance at their native home , In thee we find each deed , each word exprest , And every thought that swell'd a Roman breast . We trace each hint that could thy soul inspire With Virgil's judgment , and with ...
... gods of Rome , Like old acquaintance at their native home , In thee we find each deed , each word exprest , And every thought that swell'd a Roman breast . We trace each hint that could thy soul inspire With Virgil's judgment , and with ...
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... gods , what havoc does ambition make Among your works ! - MARCUS . -Thy steady temper , Portius , Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæsar , In the calm lights of mild philosophy ; I'm tortur'd , even to madness , when I think ...
... gods , what havoc does ambition make Among your works ! - MARCUS . -Thy steady temper , Portius , Can look on guilt , rebellion , fraud , and Cæsar , In the calm lights of mild philosophy ; I'm tortur'd , even to madness , when I think ...
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ABIG Abigail Alcibiades arms beats Behold believe blood bower Cæsar 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
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 65 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws...
Seite 107 - Oh, stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! Why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure.
Seite 102 - tis no matter, we shall do without him. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph, And serve to trip before the victor's chariot. Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Seite 133 - Alas! I tremble when I think on Cato, In every view, in every thought I tremble ! Cato is stern, and awful as a god; He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Or pardon weakness that he never felt. Mar. Though stern and awful to the foes of Rome, He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild, Compassionate, and gentle to his friends. Fill'd with domestic tenderness, the best, The kindest father!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 84 - So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains Of rushing torrents, and descending rains, Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines, Reflects each flower that on the border grows, And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows.
Seite 87 - Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests 'em from our hands, And bids us not delight in Roman blood, Unprofitably shed ; what men could do Is done already : Heaven and earth will witness, If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.