The Miscellaneous Works: In Verse and Prose, of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Esq; in Three Volumes. With Some Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By Mr. TickellT. Walker, 1773 |
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... expreffive of her woes , And ev'ry tear in lines fo mournful flows ; We , fpite of fame , her fate revers'd believe , O'erlook her crimes , and think fhe ought to live . Let Let joy tranfport fair Rofamonda's fhade , And wreaths of [ 4 ]
... expreffive of her woes , And ev'ry tear in lines fo mournful flows ; We , fpite of fame , her fate revers'd believe , O'erlook her crimes , and think fhe ought to live . Let Let joy tranfport fair Rofamonda's fhade , And wreaths of [ 4 ]
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... Lives from the world and you fecured .. QUEEN . Curfe on the name ! I faint , I die , With fecret pangs of jealousy . PAGE . There does the penfive beauty mourn , And languish for her Lord's return . QUEEN . [ Afide . Death and ...
... Lives from the world and you fecured .. QUEEN . Curfe on the name ! I faint , I die , With fecret pangs of jealousy . PAGE . There does the penfive beauty mourn , And languish for her Lord's return . QUEEN . [ Afide . Death and ...
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... live like Grideline and me ! ROSAMON D. O Rofamond , behold too late , And tremble at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , way , That to thy ruin made their And led thine innocence aftray ...
... live like Grideline and me ! ROSAMON D. O Rofamond , behold too late , And tremble at thy future fate ! Curfe this unhappy , guilty face , Every charm , and every grace , way , That to thy ruin made their And led thine innocence aftray ...
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... live wretched , let me live , In fome deep dungeon let me lie , Cover'd from ev'ry human eye , Banifh'd the day , debarr'd the light Where fhades of everlafting night May this unhappy face difarm , And caft a veil o'er ev'ry charm ...
... live wretched , let me live , In fome deep dungeon let me lie , Cover'd from ev'ry human eye , Banifh'd the day , debarr'd the light Where fhades of everlafting night May this unhappy face difarm , And caft a veil o'er ev'ry charm ...
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... [ Exeunt with the body . When vanquifb'd foes beneath us . le , How great it is to bid them die ! But how much greater to forgive , And bid a vanquish'd foe to live ! SCENE SCENE VII . Sir TRUSTY in a fright . A $ 6 ROSAMON D.
... [ Exeunt with the body . When vanquifb'd foes beneath us . le , How great it is to bid them die ! But how much greater to forgive , And bid a vanquish'd foe to live ! SCENE SCENE VII . Sir TRUSTY in a fright . A $ 6 ROSAMON D.
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Página 154 - 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.
Página 155 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Página 92 - Which of the two to chuse, 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. Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Página 137 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Página 150 - 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...
Página 305 - If it affirms any thing, you cannot lay hold of it ; or if it denies, you cannot confute it. In a word, there are greater depths and obscurities, greater intricacies and perplexities, in an elaborate and well-written piece of nonsense, than in the most abstruse and profound tract of school-divinity.
Página 132 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Página 153 - There the brave youth, with love of virtue fired, Who greatly in his country's cause expired, Shall know he conquered. The firm patriot there, (Who made the welfare of mankind his care) Though still, by faction, vice, and fortune crost, Shall find the generous labor was not lost.
Página 125 - Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, And falls again, as loth to quit its hold. — Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, And can't get loose.