The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Svazek 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... ry lyre ; While , the charm'd reader with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or sorrows rise , And views thy Rosamond with Henry's eyes . WHOEVER WISHES TO ATTAIN AN ENGLISH STYLE , FAMILIAR BUT B 3 OF ROSAMOND . 5.
... ry lyre ; While , the charm'd reader with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or sorrows rise , And views thy Rosamond with Henry's eyes . WHOEVER WISHES TO ATTAIN AN ENGLISH STYLE , FAMILIAR BUT B 3 OF ROSAMOND . 5.
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... with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or sorrows rise , And views thy Rosamond with Henry's eyes . DRAMATIS PERSONE . KING HENRY . MEN . SIR TRUSTY B 3 OF ROSAMOND . 5 Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame, ...
... with thy thought complies ; Feels corresponding joys or sorrows rise , And views thy Rosamond with Henry's eyes . DRAMATIS PERSONE . KING HENRY . MEN . SIR TRUSTY B 3 OF ROSAMOND . 5 Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame, ...
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... rise : Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild variety surprise , As o'er the hollow vaults we walk ' , A hundred echoes round us talk : From hill to hill the voice is tost , Rocks rebounding ...
... rise : Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild variety surprise , As o'er the hollow vaults we walk ' , A hundred echoes round us talk : From hill to hill the voice is tost , Rocks rebounding ...
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... rise , And blast her in her paradise . PAGE . Behold on yonder rising ground The bower , that wanders In meanders , Ever bending , Never ending , Glades on glades , Shades in shades , Running an eternal round . QUEEN . In such an ...
... rise , And blast her in her paradise . PAGE . Behold on yonder rising ground The bower , that wanders In meanders , Ever bending , Never ending , Glades on glades , Shades in shades , Running an eternal round . QUEEN . In such an ...
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... SIR TRUSTY . At length the storm begins to cease , I've sooth'd and flatter'd her to peace . " Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rise ! Tigress , begone . [ Aside . GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . ROSAMOND . 11.
... SIR TRUSTY . At length the storm begins to cease , I've sooth'd and flatter'd her to peace . " Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel , I feel my fury rise ! Tigress , begone . [ Aside . GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . ROSAMOND . 11.
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Strana 56 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, " Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Strana 121 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Strana 118 - 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 120 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Strana 122 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Strana 57 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state! While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
Strana 82 - Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us hither, 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinned its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false, glaring light, Which conquest, and success...
Strana 94 - tis no matter, we shall do without him. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph, And serve to trip before the victor's chariot. Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Strana 78 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, 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.
Strana 95 - So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Sudden, th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away. The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, Sees the dry desert all around him rise, And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind dies.