The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces Biographical and CriticalJ. Nichols, 1779 |
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... Jupiter pul- " chrius , fi convertere animum velit , quàm ut " spectet Catonem , jam partibus non femel fractis , “ nihilominùs inter ruinas publicas ere & um . ” SEN . de Divin . Prov . VERSE S TO THE AUTHOR OF THE TRAGEDY OF CATO.
... Jupiter pul- " chrius , fi convertere animum velit , quàm ut " spectet Catonem , jam partibus non femel fractis , “ nihilominùs inter ruinas publicas ere & um . ” SEN . de Divin . Prov . VERSE S TO THE AUTHOR OF THE TRAGEDY OF CATO.
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... CATO . WHILE you the fierce divided Britons awe , And Cato with an equal virtue draw ; While envy is itself in wonder loft , And factions ftrive who fhall applaud you moft ; Forgive the fond ambition of a friend , Who hopes himself ...
... CATO . WHILE you the fierce divided Britons awe , And Cato with an equal virtue draw ; While envy is itself in wonder loft , And factions ftrive who fhall applaud you moft ; Forgive the fond ambition of a friend , Who hopes himself ...
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... fport with an immortal foul , Here comes , and , by the virtuous heathen taught , Turns pale , and trembles at the dreadful thought . 2 Whenc'er Whene'er you traverse vast Numidia's plains , What fluggish Briton TO THE AUTHOR OF CATO . 239.
... fport with an immortal foul , Here comes , and , by the virtuous heathen taught , Turns pale , and trembles at the dreadful thought . 2 Whenc'er Whene'er you traverse vast Numidia's plains , What fluggish Briton TO THE AUTHOR OF CATO . 239.
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... Cato's hands in his own blood imbrued , That scene of death so terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with her tears . Yet with fuch wondrous art your skilful hand Does all the paffions of the foul command , That ev'n my grief ...
... Cato's hands in his own blood imbrued , That scene of death so terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with her tears . Yet with fuch wondrous art your skilful hand Does all the paffions of the foul command , That ev'n my grief ...
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... in a human breast : Drawn at full length by your immortal lines , In Cato's foul , as in her heaven she shines . All - Souls - College , Oxon . DIGBY COTES . LEFT LEFT WITH THE PRINTER BY AN UNKNOWN HAND . NOV 242 ADDISON'S POEMS .
... in a human breast : Drawn at full length by your immortal lines , In Cato's foul , as in her heaven she shines . All - Souls - College , Oxon . DIGBY COTES . LEFT LEFT WITH THE PRINTER BY AN UNKNOWN HAND . NOV 242 ADDISON'S POEMS .
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Æneid æther arms atque behold bleft blood breaſt Cadmus Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe death DECIUS defcription eaſe Ev'n eyes fafe faid fame fate father fays fecret fhall fhining fhould fhow fide fight fire firſt fkies flain fome forrows foul friends ftand ftill ftreams fubject fuch fuci fword Georgic goddeſs gods grief heart heaven himſelf Jove JUBA laſt loft LUCIA LUCIUS maid Marcia Marcus mighty moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pentheus pleaſe pleaſure Poet Portius praiſe prince purſue rage raiſe reft rife riſe Roman Rome SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtorms ſtrength ſuch Syphax tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thunder toils verfe verſe view'd Virgil virgin virtue waſte Whilft winds youth САТО
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Seite 326 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Seite 221 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Seite 325 - 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 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Seite 333 - Lucius, art thou here ? — thou art too good ! — Let this our friendship live between our children; Make Portius .happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas! poor man, he weeps! — Marcia, my daughter — — O bend me forward ! — Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Seite 270 - Which of the two to choose, 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.
Seite 200 - This is wonderfully diverting to the understanding: thus to receive a precept that enters, as it were, through a by-way, and to apprehend an idea that draws a whole train after it.
Seite 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Seite 247 - 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 151 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.