The Works of the English Poets: AddisonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... an artful red , Beheld this beauteous ftranger there In native charms , divinely fair ; Confufion in their looks they fhow'd ; And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd . CATO . C AT 0 . A TRAGEDY . " Ecce fpectaculum 234 ADDISON'S POEMS .
... an artful red , Beheld this beauteous ftranger there In native charms , divinely fair ; Confufion in their looks they fhow'd ; And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd . CATO . C AT 0 . A TRAGEDY . " Ecce fpectaculum 234 ADDISON'S POEMS .
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... Cato told the gods , I'm fatisfy'd . See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to fhoot and ripen into fame ; Applauding theatres difturb their rest , And unhorn Cato's heave in every breaft ; Their nightly dreams ...
... Cato told the gods , I'm fatisfy'd . See ! how your lays the British youth inflame ! They long to fhoot and ripen into fame ; Applauding theatres difturb their rest , And unhorn Cato's heave in every breaft ; Their nightly dreams ...
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... an immortal foul , Here comes , and , by the virtuous heathen taught , Turns pale , and trembles at the dreadful thought . 2 , Whene'er 1 Whene'er you traverse vast Numidia's plains , What fluggish Briton TO THE AUTHOR OF CATO . 239.
... an immortal foul , Here comes , and , by the virtuous heathen taught , Turns pale , and trembles at the dreadful thought . 2 , Whene'er 1 Whene'er you traverse vast Numidia's plains , What fluggish Briton TO THE AUTHOR OF CATO . 239.
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... Cato's hands in his own blood imbrued , That scene of death fo terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with ... CATO . 241.
... Cato's hands in his own blood imbrued , That scene of death fo terrible appears , My foul could only thank you with ... CATO . 241.
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... Cato fpeaks no more : ' Tis praise at length , ' twas rapture all before ; When crowded theatres with Io's rung Sent to the skies , from whence thy genius fprung ; Ev'n civil rage a while in thine was loft , And factions ftrove but to ...
... Cato fpeaks no more : ' Tis praise at length , ' twas rapture all before ; When crowded theatres with Io's rung Sent to the skies , from whence thy genius fprung ; Ev'n civil rage a while in thine was loft , And factions ftrove but to ...
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Aëre æther arms aſk atque behold beſt blood bluſhes breaſt bright Cadmus Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe CYCNUS death DECIUS defcription eaſe Ev'n eyes faid fame fate father fays fecret fenate fhall fhining fight fire firſt fome forrows foul friends ftand ftill ftory ftrength fubject fuccefs fuch fword Georgic goddeſs gods grief heart heaven himſelf itſelf Jove JUBA laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIUS maid Marcia Marcus mighty moſt muſt myſelf numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pentheus Phaeton pleaſe pleaſure Poet Portius praiſe prince purſue rage raiſe reft reſt rife rifu riſe Roman Rome SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtreams Syphax tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thunder verfe verſe view'd Virgil virgin virtue waſte Whilft youth САТО
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Сторінка 330 - ... 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.
Сторінка 45 - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
Сторінка 153 - Who now appear'd but one continu'd wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.
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Сторінка 100 - Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
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Сторінка 249 - ... storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws...
Сторінка 278 - Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato, As on the second of mankind. CATO. No more! I must not think of life on such conditions. DEC. Caesar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life: Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms.