The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volume 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... thou go ! What has she done to move 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 ...
... thou go ! What has she done to move 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 ...
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... thou there ? SIR TRUSTY . My love , my dove , my charming fair ! GRID . Monster , thy wheedling tricks I know . SIR TRUSTY . Why wilt thou call thy turtle so ? GRID . Cheat not me with false caresses . SIR TRUSTY . Let me stop thy mouth ...
... thou there ? SIR TRUSTY . My love , my dove , my charming fair ! GRID . Monster , thy wheedling tricks I know . SIR TRUSTY . Why wilt thou call thy turtle so ? GRID . Cheat not me with false caresses . SIR TRUSTY . Let me stop thy mouth ...
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... Thou'rt the plague of my life . GRID . I'm a foolish , fond wife . SIR TRUSTY . Let us part , Let us part . GRID ... Thou art ugly and old , And a villanous scold . GRID . Thou art a rustic to call me so , I'm not ugly nor old , Nor a ...
... Thou'rt the plague of my life . GRID . I'm a foolish , fond wife . SIR TRUSTY . Let us part , Let us part . GRID ... Thou art ugly and old , And a villanous scold . GRID . Thou art a rustic to call me so , I'm not ugly nor old , Nor a ...
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... thou seest thy queen enraged ; Abroad thy absent lord engaged In wars , that may our loves disjoin , And end at once his life and mine . SIR TRUSTY . Such cold complaints befit a nun : If she turns honest , I'm undone ! Ros . Beneath ...
... thou seest thy queen enraged ; Abroad thy absent lord engaged In wars , that may our loves disjoin , And end at once his life and mine . SIR TRUSTY . Such cold complaints befit a nun : If she turns honest , I'm undone ! Ros . Beneath ...
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... thou say ? I shake with fear . SIR TRUSTY . Nay , good my liege , with patience hear . She raves , and faints , and dies , ' tis true ; But raves , and faints , and dies for you . KING . Was ever nymph like Rosamond , So fair , so ...
... thou say ? I shake with fear . SIR TRUSTY . Nay , good my liege , with patience hear . She raves , and faints , and dies , ' tis true ; But raves , and faints , and dies for you . KING . Was ever nymph like Rosamond , So fair , so ...
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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...