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... pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the fpring my fenfes greets In all her colours , all her sweets ; To me the rofe No longer glows , [ Apart . Every plant Has loft its fcent ; The vernal blooms Every 16 ROSAM ON D.
... pleasures of this happy place ! In vain the fpring my fenfes greets In all her colours , all her sweets ; To me the rofe No longer glows , [ Apart . Every plant Has loft its fcent ; The vernal blooms Every 16 ROSAM ON D.
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... pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Ob the pleafing pleafing anguish When we love , and when we languish ! Wishes rifing ! Thoughts surprising ! Pleafure courting ! Charms tranfporting ! Fancy ...
... pleasure reign through all the grove , And all be peace , and all be love . Ob the pleafing pleafing anguish When we love , and when we languish ! Wishes rifing ! Thoughts surprising ! Pleafure courting ! Charms tranfporting ! Fancy ...
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... pleasures of the great , And gilded cares of life . ROSAM ON D. Thus let me lofe , in rifing joys , Fierce impatience , fond defires , Abfence that flatt'ring hopes destroys , And life - confuming fires . KING . Not the loud Britis ...
... pleasures of the great , And gilded cares of life . ROSAM ON D. Thus let me lofe , in rifing joys , Fierce impatience , fond defires , Abfence that flatt'ring hopes destroys , And life - confuming fires . KING . Not the loud Britis ...
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... pleasure ! who can tell it ! When our longing eyes difcover The kind , the dear , approaching lover , Who can utter , or conceal it ! A fudden motion fhakes the grove : I hear the steps of him I love ; Prepare , my foul , to meet thy ...
... pleasure ! who can tell it ! When our longing eyes difcover The kind , the dear , approaching lover , Who can utter , or conceal it ! A fudden motion fhakes the grove : I hear the steps of him I love ; Prepare , my foul , to meet thy ...
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... pleasure ! Chill'd with 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 ...
... pleasure ! Chill'd with 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 ...
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The Miscellaneous Works: In Verse and Prose, Volume 1 Joseph Addison,Thomas Tickell ¹Ì¸®º¸±â ¾øÀ½ - 2016 |
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER C©¡far Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
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159 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cato, you're in 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 thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.