The Poetical Works of Joseph Addison: With the Life of the Author..At the Apollo Press, by the Martins., 1778 - Počet stran: 228 |
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Strana xxiv
... thy closing grave we bend , Accept thefe tears , thou dear departed Friend ! Oh ! gone take this long adieu , And fleep in peace next thy lov'd Montagu ! for ever , 15 20 To ftrew fresh laurels let the task be mine , 5.
... thy closing grave we bend , Accept thefe tears , thou dear departed Friend ! Oh ! gone take this long adieu , And fleep in peace next thy lov'd Montagu ! for ever , 15 20 To ftrew fresh laurels let the task be mine , 5.
Strana xxvi
... thou warn poor mortals left behind ? A task well fuited to thy gentle mind . Oh ! if fometimes thy fpotless form defcend , To me thy aid , thou guardian Genius ! lend ; When rage mifguides me , or when fear alarms , When pain diftreffes ...
... thou warn poor mortals left behind ? A task well fuited to thy gentle mind . Oh ! if fometimes thy fpotless form defcend , To me thy aid , thou guardian Genius ! lend ; When rage mifguides me , or when fear alarms , When pain diftreffes ...
Strana xxvii
... Thou hill ! whofe brow the antique structures grace , Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once fo lov'd , whene'er thy bower appears , 85 O'er my dim eyeballs glance the fudden tears ! How sweet were once thy prospects ...
... Thou hill ! whofe brow the antique structures grace , Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once fo lov'd , whene'er thy bower appears , 85 O'er my dim eyeballs glance the fudden tears ! How sweet were once thy prospects ...
Strana xxviii
... thou to claim : Swift after him thy social spirit flies , And close to his , how foon ! thy coffin lies . Blefs'd pair ! whofe union future bards fhall tell In future tongues ; each others ' boast ! farewell : Farewell ! whom join'd in ...
... thou to claim : Swift after him thy social spirit flies , And close to his , how foon ! thy coffin lies . Blefs'd pair ! whofe union future bards fhall tell In future tongues ; each others ' boast ! farewell : Farewell ! whom join'd in ...
Strana 29
... Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own ; Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace , wonders at himself in thee : Thou teachest Perfius to inform our isle In smoother ...
... Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own ; Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace , wonders at himself in thee : Thou teachest Perfius to inform our isle In smoother ...
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Addiſon Aëre æther arms atque blaſt blood bluſhes boaſt bofom breaſt bright Britannia's Britiſh Cadmus charms chaſe courſe Cycnus diſtant Ev'n ev'ry Exeter Exchange eyes faid fame fate fatire fays fecret feven fhall fhining fide fight fire firſt fix'd flow'ry fome foul ftill fuch Gaul goddeſs gods heav'n heav'nly HENRY SACHEVERELL himſelf join'd JOSEPH ADDISON Jove juſt laſt limbs Lord Lord Halifax maid mighty moſt Mufe Muſe muſt neighb'ring numbers nunc nymph o'er Pentheus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe Quæ rage raiſe reſt rife rifu riſe round ſaw ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow Sir Richard Steele ſkies ſky ſmoke ſpoke ſpring ſtage ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteeds ſtill ſtood ſtrains ſtreams ſtrength ſtroke thee theſe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder toils turba verfe verſe view'd waſte Whig Whilft whofe winds woods youth
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Strana xxvii - If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove: Twas there of Just and Good he...
Strana 69 - Whose boasted ancestry so high extends That in the Pagan Gods his lineage ends, Comes from afar, in gratitude to own The great supporter of his father's throne. What tides of glory to his bosom ran Clasped in th
Strana xxvi - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent...
Strana 137 - Till, on the borders of the Po, at last The name inscrib'd on the new tomb appears : The dear, dear name she bathes in flowing tears, Hangs o'er the tomb, unable to depart, And hugs the marble to her throbbing heart. Her daughters too lament, and sigh, and mourn, (A fruitless tribute to their brother's urn,) And beat their naked bosoms, and complain, And call aloud for Phaeton in vain : All the long night their mournful watch they keep, And all the day stand round the tomb, and weep.
Strana 180 - As sulphur blazes at the taper's touch, She long'd her hidden passion to reveal, And tell her pains, but had not words to tell : She can't begin, but waits for the rebound, To catch his voice, and to return the sound.
Strana 81 - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song. That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Strana xvi - The numerous and violent claps of the whig party on the one side of the theatre, were echoed back by the tories on the other; while the author sweated behind the scenes with concern to find their applause proceeding more from the hand than the head.
Strana 31 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Strana 167 - The pointed jav'lin warded off his rage : Mad with his pains, and furious to engage, The serpent champs the steel, and bites the spear, Till blood and venom all the point besmear.
Strana xxv - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...