The works of ... Joseph Addison, collected by mr. Tickell, Том 61804 |
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... VELLUM , Sir George Truman's Steward , BUTLER , - COACHMAN , GARDENER , LADY TRUMAN , ABIGAIL , MR . CIBBER . MR . MILLS . MR . JOHNSON . MR . PENKETHMAN . MR . MILLER . MR . NORRIS . MRS . OLDFIELD . MRS . SAUNDERS .
... VELLUM , Sir George Truman's Steward , BUTLER , - COACHMAN , GARDENER , LADY TRUMAN , ABIGAIL , MR . CIBBER . MR . MILLS . MR . JOHNSON . MR . PENKETHMAN . MR . MILLER . MR . NORRIS . MRS . OLDFIELD . MRS . SAUNDERS .
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... COACHMAN , AND GARDENER , BUTLER . THERE came another coach to town last night , that brought a gentleman to enquire about this strange noise we hear in the house . This spirit will bring a If so be he con- power of custom to the George ...
... COACHMAN , AND GARDENER , BUTLER . THERE came another coach to town last night , that brought a gentleman to enquire about this strange noise we hear in the house . This spirit will bring a If so be he con- power of custom to the George ...
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... COACHMAN . Why then , John , we ought to take it off as fast as we can . Here's to you - He rattled so loud under the tiles last night , that I verily thought the house would have fallen over our heads . I durst not go up into the cock ...
... COACHMAN . Why then , John , we ought to take it off as fast as we can . Here's to you - He rattled so loud under the tiles last night , that I verily thought the house would have fallen over our heads . I durst not go up into the cock ...
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... COACHMAN . ' Tis Master , as sure as I stand here alive ; and I verily believe I saw him last night in the town - close . GARDENER . Ay ! how did he appear ? COACHMAN . Like a white horse . BUTLER . Pho , Robin , I tell you he has never ...
... COACHMAN . ' Tis Master , as sure as I stand here alive ; and I verily believe I saw him last night in the town - close . GARDENER . Ay ! how did he appear ? COACHMAN . Like a white horse . BUTLER . Pho , Robin , I tell you he has never ...
Сторінка 306
... COACHMAN . Why may not the parson of our parish lay him ? BUTLER . No , no , no ; our parson cannot lay him . COACHMAN . Why not he as well as another man ? BUTLER . Why , ye fool , he is not qualified He has not taken the oaths ...
... COACHMAN . Why may not the parson of our parish lay him ? BUTLER . No , no , no ; our parson cannot lay him . COACHMAN . Why not he as well as another man ? BUTLER . Why , ye fool , he is not qualified He has not taken the oaths ...
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ABIGAIL æther arms atque beat behold blest blood breast bright Britannia's BUTLER Cadmus Cæsar Cato Cato's charms COACHMAN conjurer dear death DECIUS dost thou dreadful drum ev'n ev'ry eyes fair FANTOME fate father fear fire flow'ry friends fury GARDENER Gaul give goddess gods GRIDELINE grief hand hast hear heart heaven hero honour immortal Jove JUBA KING LADY live look lov'd LUCIA LUCIUS Madam maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty muse neighb'ring night numbers Numidian nymph o'er Ovid pains passion Pentheus Pharsalia pleas'd PORTIUS Pray prince Prithee QUEEN rage rise Roman Roman senate Rome Rosamond round SCENE secret SEMPRONIUS shade shine sight SIR GEORGE SIR TRUSTY skies soul sound speak stand story streams sword SYPHAX tears tell thee thing thought thousand thunder TINSEL Tiresias toils tremble turn VELLUM verse view'd virtue Whilst winds youth САТО
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Сторінка 201 - 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...
Сторінка 278 - 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.
Сторінка 183 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Сторінка 108 - 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.
Сторінка 293 - Th' assembled deities survey'd. Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair, And lov'd the spreading oak, was there ; Old Saturn too, with upcast eyes, Beheld his abdicated skies ; And mighty Mars, for war renown'd, In adamantine armour frown'd ; By him the childless goddess rose, Minerva, studious to compose Her twisted threads ; the web she strung. And o'er a loom of marble hung : Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen Match'd with a mortal, next was seen, Reclining on a funeral urn, Her short-liv'd darling...
Сторінка 231 - Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success have thrown upon him; Didst thou but view him right, thou'dst see him black With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes That strike my soul with horror but to name 'em.
Сторінка 276 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Сторінка 30 - To Dorset he directs his artful muse, In numbers such as Dorset's self might use. HOW negligently graceful he unreins His verse, and writes in loose familiar strains ; How Nassau's godlike acts adorn his lines. And all the hero in full glory shines. We see his army set in just array, And Boyne's dy'd waves run purple to the sea. Nor Simois choak'd with men, and arms, and blood; Nor rapid Xanthus' celebrated flood, Shall longer be the poet's highest themes, Tho'gods and heroes fought promiscuous in...
Сторінка 215 - But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense; Where shall we find the man that bears affliction, Great and majestic in his griefs, like Cato?
Сторінка 230 - 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. Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, Submit his actions...