The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Svazek 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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Strana 9
... thee so ! -Does she not warm with guilty fires The faithless lord of my desires ? Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my arms ? ' Tis her crime to be lov'd , ' Tis her crime to have charms . Let us fly , let us fly , She shall ...
... thee so ! -Does she not warm with guilty fires The faithless lord of my desires ? Have not her fatal arts remov'd My Henry from my arms ? ' Tis her crime to be lov'd , ' Tis her crime to have charms . Let us fly , let us fly , She shall ...
Strana 11
... thee with a lover's eye . SIR TRUSTY . I'll still be thine , and let her die . GRID . No , no , ' tis plain . Thy frauds I see , Traitor to thy king and me ! SIR TRUSTY . O Grideline ! consult thy glass , Behold that sweet bewitching ...
... thee with a lover's eye . SIR TRUSTY . I'll still be thine , and let her die . GRID . No , no , ' tis plain . Thy frauds I see , Traitor to thy king and me ! SIR TRUSTY . O Grideline ! consult thy glass , Behold that sweet bewitching ...
Strana 12
Joseph Addison. GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . SIR TRUSTY . Fly from my passion , beldame , fly ! GRID . Why so unkind , sir Trusty , why ? SIR TRUSTY . Thou'rt the plague of my life . GRID . I'm a foolish , fond wife . SIR TRUSTY ...
Joseph Addison. GRID . -I love thee so I cannot go . SIR TRUSTY . Fly from my passion , beldame , fly ! GRID . Why so unkind , sir Trusty , why ? SIR TRUSTY . Thou'rt the plague of my life . GRID . I'm a foolish , fond wife . SIR TRUSTY ...
Strana 28
... thee so : At dead of night , A glaring sprite , With hideous screams I'll haunt thy dreams ; And when the painful night withdraws , My Henry shall revenge my cause . O whither does my frenzy drive ! Forgive my rage , your wrongs forgive ...
... thee so : At dead of night , A glaring sprite , With hideous screams I'll haunt thy dreams ; And when the painful night withdraws , My Henry shall revenge my cause . O whither does my frenzy drive ! Forgive my rage , your wrongs forgive ...
Strana 29
... thee here . The king this doleful news shall read In lines of my inditing : " Great sir , " Your Rosamond is dead " As I am at this present writing . " The bower turns round , my brain's abus'd , The labyrinth grows more confus'd , The ...
... thee here . The king this doleful news shall read In lines of my inditing : " Great sir , " Your Rosamond is dead " As I am at this present writing . " The bower turns round , my brain's abus'd , The labyrinth grows more confus'd , The ...
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ABIG Abigail Alcibiades arms beats Behold believe blood bower Cæsar Cato Cato's charms COACH conjurer dear death DECIUS dost thou dreadful drum duke of Anjou Enter Exit eyes fair fancy FANT Fantome fate father fear friends GARD ghost give gods GRID GRIDELINE grief hand hear heart heaven ho--nour honour husband JUBA KING LADY liberty live Look ye lover LUCIA LUCIUS madam maid MARCIA MARCUS marry master never night nonsense Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia PORTIUS Pray prince Prithee QUEEN rage riddle rise Roman Roman senate Rome Rosamond SCENE secret SEMP Sempronius senate servants SIR GEORGE SIR TRUSTY sorrow soul Spanish monarchy speak stand steward sword SYPHAX talk tears tell thee Theophrastus Thou art thou hast thought thousand pound TINSEL Utica VELLUM virtue vows widow woes woman word wouldst young youth Сато
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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.