The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Том 2D. A. Talboys, 1830 |
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... thing . The inborn greatness of your soul we view , You tread the paths frequented by the few . With so much strength you write , and so much ease , Virtue and sense ! how durst you hope to please ? Yet crowds the sentiments of every ...
... thing . The inborn greatness of your soul we view , You tread the paths frequented by the few . With so much strength you write , and so much ease , Virtue and sense ! how durst you hope to please ? Yet crowds the sentiments of every ...
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... thing she acts or speaks , While winning mildness and attractive smiles Dwell in her looks , and with becoming grace Soften the rigour of her father's virtue . SYPHAX . How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise ! But on my knees I ...
... thing she acts or speaks , While winning mildness and attractive smiles Dwell in her looks , and with becoming grace Soften the rigour of her father's virtue . SYPHAX . How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise ! But on my knees I ...
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... things . Our lives , discolour'd with our present woes , May still grow white , and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid stream , when foul with stains Of rushing torrents , and descending rains , Works itself clear , and as it ...
... things . Our lives , discolour'd with our present woes , May still grow white , and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid stream , when foul with stains Of rushing torrents , and descending rains , Works itself clear , and as it ...
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... thing we say ; We hate you when you're easily said nay . How needless , if you knew us , were your fears ! Let love have eyes , and beauty will have ears . Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would choose , Too proud to ask , too ...
... thing we say ; We hate you when you're easily said nay . How needless , if you knew us , were your fears ! Let love have eyes , and beauty will have ears . Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would choose , Too proud to ask , too ...
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Joseph Addison. What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate ! To swell in show , and be a wretch in state ! At plays ... things , And courts less coveted than groves and springs . Love then shall only mourn when truth complains , And ...
Joseph Addison. What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate ! To swell in show , and be a wretch in state ! At plays ... things , And courts less coveted than groves and springs . Love then shall only mourn when truth complains , And ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 65 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.