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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... weakness of my foul , my love for SY PHA X. Cato's a proper person to intruft ' A love - tale with . JUBA . Oh , I could pierce my heart , My foolish heart ! was ever wretch like Jub € STPHA X. Alas , my Prince , how are you 110 САТО.
... weakness of my foul , my love for SY PHA X. Cato's a proper person to intruft ' A love - tale with . JUBA . Oh , I could pierce my heart , My foolish heart ! was ever wretch like Jub € STPHA X. Alas , my Prince , how are you 110 САТО.
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... person of so much penetration , that I need not use any further arguments to convince you that I am fo . VELLUM . I am and moreover , I queftion not but your good Lady will likewife be convinced of it . Her ho - nour is a difcerning ...
... person of so much penetration , that I need not use any further arguments to convince you that I am fo . VELLUM . I am and moreover , I queftion not but your good Lady will likewife be convinced of it . Her ho - nour is a difcerning ...
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... person is amiable- Sir GEORGE . Death ! T [ Afide . VELLU M. But her character is unblemished . She has been as virtuous in your abfence as a Penalop ... Sir GEORGE . And has had as many fuitors . 206 The DRUMMER : Or ,
... person is amiable- Sir GEORGE . Death ! T [ Afide . VELLU M. But her character is unblemished . She has been as virtuous in your abfence as a Penalop ... Sir GEORGE . And has had as many fuitors . 206 The DRUMMER : Or ,
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... person arrived this morning , an aged man of a venerable afpect , and of a long hoary beard , that reacheth down to his girdle . The common people call him a wizard , a white witch , a conjurer , a cunning man , a necromancer , a LADY ...
... person arrived this morning , an aged man of a venerable afpect , and of a long hoary beard , that reacheth down to his girdle . The common people call him a wizard , a white witch , a conjurer , a cunning man , a necromancer , a LADY ...
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... person than any of all these four . TINSE L. It's a fure fign a woman loves you , when the imitates our manner . [ Afide . ] - Thou'rt very fmart , my dear . But fee ! fmoke the doctor , Enter . Enter VELLUM , and Sir GEORGE in his ...
... person than any of all these four . TINSE L. It's a fure fign a woman loves you , when the imitates our manner . [ Afide . ] - Thou'rt very fmart , my dear . But fee ! fmoke the doctor , Enter . Enter VELLUM , and Sir GEORGE in his ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal Afide againſt aſk behold buſineſs BUTLER Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou ev'ry Exit faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhew fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDINER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houfe houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt live loft LUCIA Lucius Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON ſay SCENE SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak ſtill ſuch Syphax tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand TINSE TINSEL uſed VELLU virtue wou'd САТО
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.