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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... , Adorn your life , and confecrate your fame ; Το your renown all ages you fubdue , And Cafur fought , and Cato bled for you . All Souls College , Oxon . EDWARD YOUNG . D 5 ' TIS T IS nobly done thus to enrich the ftage , [ 57 ]
... , Adorn your life , and confecrate your fame ; Το your renown all ages you fubdue , And Cafur fought , and Cato bled for you . All Souls College , Oxon . EDWARD YOUNG . D 5 ' TIS T IS nobly done thus to enrich the ftage , [ 57 ]
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... their daily thoughts repeat , And pulfes high with fancy'd glories beat . So , griev'd to view the Marathonian spoils , The young Themiflocles vow'd equal toils ; Did then his schemes of future honours draw From the Did [ 58 ]
... their daily thoughts repeat , And pulfes high with fancy'd glories beat . So , griev'd to view the Marathonian spoils , The young Themiflocles vow'd equal toils ; Did then his schemes of future honours draw From the Did [ 58 ]
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... young Juba , the Numidian Prince ! With how much care he forms himself to glory , And breaks the fiercenefs of his native temper , To copy out our father's bright example , He loves our fifter Marcia , greatly loves her , His eyes , his ...
... young Juba , the Numidian Prince ! With how much care he forms himself to glory , And breaks the fiercenefs of his native temper , To copy out our father's bright example , He loves our fifter Marcia , greatly loves her , His eyes , his ...
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... young Juba ? That still would recommend thee more to Cæfar , And challenge better terms . Alas he's loft , SYPHA X. He's loft , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - but I'll try once more ( For ev'ry inftant I ...
... young Juba ? That still would recommend thee more to Cæfar , And challenge better terms . Alas he's loft , SYPHA X. He's loft , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - but I'll try once more ( For ev'ry inftant I ...
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... young Juba fees me , and approaches . SCENE JUBA , IV . SYPHA X. JUBA . Syphax , I joy to meet thee thus alone . I have obferved of late thy looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I ...
... young Juba fees me , and approaches . SCENE JUBA , IV . SYPHA X. JUBA . Syphax , I joy to meet thee thus alone . I have obferved of late thy looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt aſk behold buſineſs BUTLER Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhew fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDINER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houfe houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA Lucius Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtill ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd САТО
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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.