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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... Syphax , general of the Numidians . Mr. Cibber . Portius , Mr. Powell . Sons of Cato . Marcus , Mr. Ryan . Decius , ambaffador from Cæfar . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . Mr. Bowman . Marcia , daughter to Cato . Lucia , daughter to ...
... Syphax , general of the Numidians . Mr. Cibber . Portius , Mr. Powell . Sons of Cato . Marcus , Mr. Ryan . Decius , ambaffador from Cæfar . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . Mr. Bowman . Marcia , daughter to Cato . Lucia , daughter to ...
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... Syphax comes not ; his Numidian genius Is well difpofed to mischief , were he prompt And eager on it ; but he must be spurr'd , And ev'ry moment quicken'd to the course . -Cato has us'd me ill : He has refused His daughter Marcia to my ...
... Syphax comes not ; his Numidian genius Is well difpofed to mischief , were he prompt And eager on it ; but he must be spurr'd , And ev'ry moment quicken'd to the course . -Cato has us'd me ill : He has refused His daughter Marcia to my ...
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... Syphax , I'll conceal My thoughts in paffion , ( ' tis the surest way ; ) I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country , And mouth at Cæfar ' till I fhake the fenate . Your cold hypocrify's a ftale device , A worn - out trick : would'ft ...
... Syphax , I'll conceal My thoughts in paffion , ( ' tis the surest way ; ) I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country , And mouth at Cæfar ' till I fhake the fenate . Your cold hypocrify's a ftale device , A worn - out trick : would'ft ...
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... Syphax , I joy to meet thee thus alone . I have obferved of late thy looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns ...
... Syphax , I joy to meet thee thus alone . I have obferved of late thy looks are fall'n , O'ercaft with gloomy cares and discontent ; Then tell me , Syphax , I conjure thee , tell me , What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns ...
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... SYPHAX . Believe me , prince , there's not an African That traverses our vaft Numidian defarts In queft of prey , and lives upon his bow , But better practifes thefe boafted virtues . Coarfe are his meals , the fortune of the chace ...
... SYPHAX . Believe me , prince , there's not an African That traverses our vaft Numidian defarts In queft of prey , and lives upon his bow , But better practifes thefe boafted virtues . Coarfe are his meals , the fortune of the chace ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 154 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.