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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Strana 183
... the houfe . This fpirit will bring a power of cuftom to the George - If fo be he continues his pranks , I defign to fell a pot of ale , and fet up the fign of the Drum . COACH- COACHMAN . I'll give Madam warning , that's flat - [ 183 ]
... the houfe . This fpirit will bring a power of cuftom to the George - If fo be he continues his pranks , I defign to fell a pot of ale , and fet up the fign of the Drum . COACH- COACHMAN . I'll give Madam warning , that's flat - [ 183 ]
Strana 184
... Madam warning , that's flat - I've always liv'd in fober families . I'll not difparage myself to be a fervant in a house that is haunted . GARDINER . I'll e'en marry Nell , and rent a bit of ground of my own , if both of you leave Madam ...
... Madam warning , that's flat - I've always liv'd in fober families . I'll not difparage myself to be a fervant in a house that is haunted . GARDINER . I'll e'en marry Nell , and rent a bit of ground of my own , if both of you leave Madam ...
Strana 187
... to be guzzling when gentry are come to the house ! why don't you lay your cloth ? How come you out of the stables ? Why are not you at work in your garden ? GAR- GARDINER . Why , yonder's the fine Londoner and Madam The HAUNTED HOUSE . 187.
... to be guzzling when gentry are come to the house ! why don't you lay your cloth ? How come you out of the stables ? Why are not you at work in your garden ? GAR- GARDINER . Why , yonder's the fine Londoner and Madam The HAUNTED HOUSE . 187.
Strana 188
... Madam fetch- ing a walk together , and methought they look'd as if they should say they had rather have my room than my company . BUTLER . And fo forfooth being all three met together , we are doing our endeavours to drink this fame ...
... Madam fetch- ing a walk together , and methought they look'd as if they should say they had rather have my room than my company . BUTLER . And fo forfooth being all three met together , we are doing our endeavours to drink this fame ...
Strana 193
... Madam , was it you that made fuch a knock ing ? my heart does fo beat I vow you have fright- ed me to death- -I thought verily it had been the drummer . LADY . I have been showing the garden to Mr. Tinfel : he's moft infufferably witty ...
... Madam , was it you that made fuch a knock ing ? my heart does fo beat I vow you have fright- ed me to death- -I thought verily it had been the drummer . LADY . I have been showing the garden to Mr. Tinfel : he's moft infufferably witty ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.