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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... tear , When drown'd in tears I fee th ' imploring fair : When bards lefs foft the moving words supply , A feeming justice dooms the nymph to die : But here she begs , nor can she beg in vain , ( In dirges thus expiring fwans complain ) ...
... tear , When drown'd in tears I fee th ' imploring fair : When bards lefs foft the moving words supply , A feeming justice dooms the nymph to die : But here she begs , nor can she beg in vain , ( In dirges thus expiring fwans complain ) ...
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... tear ? Oft in my filent dreams by night With fuch a look I've seen him fly , Wafted by angels to the sky , And loft in endless tracts of light ; [ Exit King . While I , abandon'd and forlorn , To dark and While 24 ROSAM ON D.
... tear ? Oft in my filent dreams by night With fuch a look I've seen him fly , Wafted by angels to the sky , And loft in endless tracts of light ; [ Exit King . While I , abandon'd and forlorn , To dark and While 24 ROSAM ON D.
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... arm restrain ! Behold thefe tears ! QUEEN . -They flow in vain , . O hear my fighs ! - ROSAMON D Look with compaffion on my fate ! QUEEN . -They rife too late . C. S Hope Hope not a day's , an hour's reprieve . ROSAMON ROSA MOND .
... arm restrain ! Behold thefe tears ! QUEEN . -They flow in vain , . O hear my fighs ! - ROSAMON D Look with compaffion on my fate ! QUEEN . -They rife too late . C. S Hope Hope not a day's , an hour's reprieve . ROSAMON ROSA MOND .
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... tears , Glowing guilt , and graceful fears , Kindling pity , kindling rage , At once provoke me , and assuage . [ Afide . ROSAMON D. What fhall I do to pacify Your kindled vengeance ! QUEEN . Thou shalt die . [ Offering the dagger ...
... tears , Glowing guilt , and graceful fears , Kindling pity , kindling rage , At once provoke me , and assuage . [ Afide . ROSAMON D. What fhall I do to pacify Your kindled vengeance ! QUEEN . Thou shalt die . [ Offering the dagger ...
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... tears , Kill'd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would live , and live without thee ! But oh the fight my foul alarms : My Lord appears , I'm all on fire ! Why am I banish'd from his arms ? My heart's too full , I ...
... tears , Kill'd with fears , Endless torments dwell about thee : Yet who would live , and live without thee ! But oh the fight my foul alarms : My Lord appears , I'm all on fire ! Why am I banish'd from his arms ? My heart's too full , I ...
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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.