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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... rival's crimes ! Whither , ah whither doft thou go ! What has the done to move thee fo ! Does he not warm with guilty fire The faithlefs Lord of my defire ? B 5 Have Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my ROSAM ON D. 9.
... rival's crimes ! Whither , ah whither doft thou go ! What has the done to move thee fo ! Does he not warm with guilty fire The faithlefs Lord of my defire ? B 5 Have Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my ROSAM ON D. 9.
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... doft thou fay ? I shake with fear . Sir TRUSTY . Nay , good my liege , with patience hear . She raves , and faints , and dies , ' tis true ; But raves , and faints , and dies for you . KING . Was ever nymph like Rofamond , So fair , fo ...
... doft thou fay ? I shake with fear . Sir TRUSTY . Nay , good my liege , with patience hear . She raves , and faints , and dies , ' tis true ; But raves , and faints , and dies for you . KING . Was ever nymph like Rofamond , So fair , fo ...
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... doft thou thus thy guilt deplore ! [ Offering the dagger to her breaks Prefumptuous woman ! plead no more ! RÒ SAMO N D. O Queen , your lifted arm restrain ! Behold thefe tears ! QUEEN . -They flow in vain , . O hear my fighs ...
... doft thou thus thy guilt deplore ! [ Offering the dagger to her breaks Prefumptuous woman ! plead no more ! RÒ SAMO N D. O Queen , your lifted arm restrain ! Behold thefe tears ! QUEEN . -They flow in vain , . O hear my fighs ...
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... doft thou shake ? Can dreams fuch dire impreffions make ! What means this folemn , filent show ? This pomp of death , this fcene of woe ! Support me , heav'n ! what's this I read ? O horror ! Rofamond is dead . What shall Isay , or ...
... doft thou shake ? Can dreams fuch dire impreffions make ! What means this folemn , filent show ? This pomp of death , this fcene of woe ! Support me , heav'n ! what's this I read ? O horror ! Rofamond is dead . What shall Isay , or ...
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... doft thou thus in colours thine ? Thou should ft thy hufband's death bewail In fable vefture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why thou'd not we their fteps purfue ...
... doft thou thus in colours thine ? Thou should ft thy hufband's death bewail In fable vefture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why thou'd not we their fteps purfue ...
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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.