The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Band 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... pangs of love Ye pow'rs remove , Or dart your thunder at my head : Love and despair What heart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Aside : [ Exeunt . SCENE V. The scene changes to the pavilion as before 24 ROSAMOND .
... pangs of love Ye pow'rs remove , Or dart your thunder at my head : Love and despair What heart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Aside : [ Exeunt . SCENE V. The scene changes to the pavilion as before 24 ROSAMOND .
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... head A shield of adamant I spread . FIRST ANGEL . In hours of peace , unseen , unknown , I hover o'er the British throne . SECOND ANGEL . When hosts of foes with foes engage , And round th ' anointed hero rage , The cleaving fauchion I ...
... head A shield of adamant I spread . FIRST ANGEL . In hours of peace , unseen , unknown , I hover o'er the British throne . SECOND ANGEL . When hosts of foes with foes engage , And round th ' anointed hero rage , The cleaving fauchion I ...
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... head in air , His sap exhausted , and his branches bare ; ' Midst storms and earthquakes he maintains his state , Fix'd deep in earth , and fasten'd by his weight . His naked boughs still lend the shepherds aid , And his old trunk ...
... head in air , His sap exhausted , and his branches bare ; ' Midst storms and earthquakes he maintains his state , Fix'd deep in earth , and fasten'd by his weight . His naked boughs still lend the shepherds aid , And his old trunk ...
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... head ; Oppression , tyranny , and power usurp'd , Draw all the vengeance of his arm upon them . MARCUS . Who knows not this ! but what can Cato do Against a world , a base degenerate world , That courts the yoke , and bows the neck to ...
... head ; Oppression , tyranny , and power usurp'd , Draw all the vengeance of his arm upon them . MARCUS . Who knows not this ! but what can Cato do Against a world , a base degenerate world , That courts the yoke , and bows the neck to ...
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... head Of armies flush'd with conquest : O my 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 bless'd indeed ! PORTIUS . Alas ! Sempronius , wouldst thou ...
... head Of armies flush'd with conquest : O my 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 bless'd indeed ! PORTIUS . Alas ! Sempronius , wouldst thou ...
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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 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 nonsense Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia 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 woes woman word wouldst young youth Сато
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Seite 56 - 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 121 - 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 118 - 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...
Seite 120 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Seite 122 - 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 57 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state! While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
Seite 82 - Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us hither, 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinned its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false, glaring light, Which conquest, and success...
Seite 94 - 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 78 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate 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 95 - So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Sudden, th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away. The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, Sees the dry desert all around him rise, And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind dies.