The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Volume 2Lewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... hand , Obsequiously to meet him , And must endeavour , At behaviour , That's suitable to greet him . SCENE VI . Enter KING HENRY after a flourish of trumpets . KING . Where is my love ! my Rosamond ! SIR TRUSTY . First , as in strictest ...
... hand , Obsequiously to meet him , And must endeavour , At behaviour , That's suitable to greet him . SCENE VI . Enter KING HENRY after a flourish of trumpets . KING . Where is my love ! my Rosamond ! SIR TRUSTY . First , as in strictest ...
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... hand , and a dagger in the other . QUEEN . Thus arm'd with double death I come : Behold , vain wretch , behold thy doom ! Thy crimes to their full period tend , And soon by this , or this , shall end . Ros . What shall I say , or how ...
... hand , and a dagger in the other . QUEEN . Thus arm'd with double death I come : Behold , vain wretch , behold thy doom ! Thy crimes to their full period tend , And soon by this , or this , shall end . Ros . What shall I say , or how ...
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... hand . [ Aside . [ Falling on her knees . And let me grasp the deadly bowl . QUEEN . Ye powers , how pity rends my soul ! Ros . Thus prostrate at your feet I fall . O let me still for mercy call ! Accept , great queen , like injur'd ...
... hand . [ Aside . [ Falling on her knees . And let me grasp the deadly bowl . QUEEN . Ye powers , how pity rends my soul ! Ros . Thus prostrate at your feet I fall . O let me still for mercy call ! Accept , great queen , like injur'd ...
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... hand , Point out th ' immortal subject of thy lays , And ask this labour to record his praise . " Tis done the hero lives , and charms our age ! While nobler morals grace the British stage ! Great Shakspeare's ghost , the solemn strain ...
... hand , Point out th ' immortal subject of thy lays , And ask this labour to record his praise . " Tis done the hero lives , and charms our age ! While nobler morals grace the British stage ! Great Shakspeare's ghost , the solemn strain ...
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... hand Does all the passions of the soul command , That even my grief to praise and wonder turn'd , And envied the great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love ...
... hand Does all the passions of the soul command , That even my grief to praise and wonder turn'd , And envied the great death which first I mourn'd . What pen but yours could draw the doubtful strife , Of honour struggling with the love ...
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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 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 nonsense Numidian o'er passion Pharsalia 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 woes woman word wouldst young youth Сато
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Page 56 - 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 121 - 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 118 - 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...
Page 120 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Page 122 - 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 57 - 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?
Page 82 - Utica, And at the head of your own little senate; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us hither, 'Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinned its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false, glaring light, Which conquest, and success...
Page 94 - tis no matter, we shall do without him. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph, And serve to trip before the victor's chariot. Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Page 78 - 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 95 - So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Sudden, th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away. The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, Sees the dry desert all around him rise, And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind dies.