The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Том 2D. A. Talboys, 1830 |
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... turn my eyes , All around Enchanted ground And soft Elysiums rise : Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild variety surprise , As o'er the hollow vaults we walk ' , A hundred echoes round us talk ...
... turn my eyes , All around Enchanted ground And soft Elysiums rise : Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild variety surprise , As o'er the hollow vaults we walk ' , A hundred echoes round us talk ...
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... , While fear and rage With hope engage , And rule my wav'ring soul by turns . PAGE . The path yon verdant field divides , Which to the soft confinement guides . QUEEN . Eleonora , think betimes , What are thy ROSAMOND .
... , While fear and rage With hope engage , And rule my wav'ring soul by turns . PAGE . The path yon verdant field divides , Which to the soft confinement guides . QUEEN . Eleonora , think betimes , What are thy ROSAMOND .
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... ! SIR TRUSTY . At length the storm begins to cease , I've sooth'd and flatter'd her to peace . ' Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rise ! Tigress , begone . [ Aside . GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . ROSAMOND . 11.
... ! SIR TRUSTY . At length the storm begins to cease , I've sooth'd and flatter'd her to peace . ' Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rise ! Tigress , begone . [ Aside . GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . ROSAMOND . 11.
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... Turning , Burning , Changing , Ranging , Full of grief and full of love , Impatient for my lord's return I sigh , I pine , I rave , I mourn , Was ever passion cross'd like mine ? To rend my breast , And break my rest , A thousand ...
... Turning , Burning , Changing , Ranging , Full of grief and full of love , Impatient for my lord's return I sigh , I pine , I rave , I mourn , Was ever passion cross'd like mine ? To rend my breast , And break my rest , A thousand ...
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... turns honest , I'm undone ! Ros . Beneath some hoary mountain I'll lay me down and weep , Or near some warbling fountain Bewail myself asleep ; Where feather'd choirs combining With gentle murm'ring streams , And winds in consort ...
... turns honest , I'm undone ! Ros . Beneath some hoary mountain I'll lay me down and weep , Or near some warbling fountain Bewail myself asleep ; Where feather'd choirs combining With gentle murm'ring streams , And winds in consort ...
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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.