The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volume 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... grief and full of love , Impatient for my lord's return I sigh , I pine , I rave , I mourn , Was ever passion cross'd like mine ? To rend my breast , And break my rest , A thousand thousand ills combine . Absence wounds me , Fear ...
... grief and full of love , Impatient for my lord's return I sigh , I pine , I rave , I mourn , Was ever passion cross'd like mine ? To rend my breast , And break my rest , A thousand thousand ills combine . Absence wounds me , Fear ...
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... grief deface The pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the spring my senses greets In all her colours , all her sweets ; To me the rose No longer glows , Every plant Has lost its scent ; The vernal blooms of various hue , The blossoms ...
... grief deface The pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the spring my senses greets In all her colours , all her sweets ; To me the rose No longer glows , Every plant Has lost its scent ; The vernal blooms of various hue , The blossoms ...
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... grief , nor fear , Nor lovesick jealousy appear : Nor senseless pomp , nor noise intrude On this delicious solitude ; But pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Oh the pleasing , pleasing anguish ...
... grief , nor fear , Nor lovesick jealousy appear : Nor senseless pomp , nor noise intrude On this delicious solitude ; But pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Oh the pleasing , pleasing anguish ...
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... grief ! Fury driving , Mercy striving , Heaven in pity send relief ! The pangs of love [ Aside : Ye pow'rs remove , Or dart your thunder at my head : Love and despair What heart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Exeunt ...
... grief ! Fury driving , Mercy striving , Heaven in pity send relief ! The pangs of love [ Aside : Ye pow'rs remove , Or dart your thunder at my head : Love and despair What heart can bear ! Ease my soul , or strike me dead ! [ Exeunt ...
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... grief to madness turns . Think not , thou author of my woe , That Rosamond will leave 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 ...
... grief to madness turns . Think not , thou author of my woe , That Rosamond will leave 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 ...
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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 happy 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 Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia pleasure 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 woman word wouldst young youth Сато
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Page 64 - 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...
Page 129 - 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.
Page 65 - 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 ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Page 88 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 130 - 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.
Page 130 - ... 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.
Page 86 - 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.
Page 129 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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.
Page 128 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Page 67 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...