The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 2±ÇLewis A. Lewis, 1830 |
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... follow'd by the jealous queen ! It must be she ! my fears are true : The bowl of pois'nous juice I view . How can the fam'd sir Trusty live To hear his master chide and grieve ! No ! though I hate such bitter beer , Fair Rosamond , I'll ...
... follow'd by the jealous queen ! It must be she ! my fears are true : The bowl of pois'nous juice I view . How can the fam'd sir Trusty live To hear his master chide and grieve ! No ! though I hate such bitter beer , Fair Rosamond , I'll ...
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... follow glory , and confess his father . Love is not to be reason'd down , or lost In high ambition , and a thirst of greatness ; ' Tis second life , it grows into the soul , Warms every vein , and beats in every pulse , I feel it here ...
... follow glory , and confess his father . Love is not to be reason'd down , or lost In high ambition , and a thirst of greatness ; ' Tis second life , it grows into the soul , Warms every vein , and beats in every pulse , I feel it here ...
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... follows C©¡sar's foes . JUBA . My father scorn'd to do it . SYPHAX . -And therefore died . JUBA . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . SYPHAX . -Rather say your love . JUBA . Syphax , I've promis'd to ...
... follows C©¡sar's foes . JUBA . My father scorn'd to do it . SYPHAX . -And therefore died . JUBA . Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths , Than wound my honour . SYPHAX . -Rather say your love . JUBA . Syphax , I've promis'd to ...
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... follow me to battle ! The thought will give new vigour to my arm , Add strength and weight to my descending sword , And drive it in a tempest on the foe . MARCIA . My prayers and wishes always shall attend The friends of Rome , the ...
... follow me to battle ! The thought will give new vigour to my arm , Add strength and weight to my descending sword , And drive it in a tempest on the foe . MARCIA . My prayers and wishes always shall attend The friends of Rome , the ...
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... follows him , and backs his crimes : Pharsalia gave him Rome ; Egypt has since Receiv'd his yoke , and the whole Nile is C©¡sar's . Why should I mention Juba's overthrow , And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning sands Still smoke with ...
... follows him , and backs his crimes : Pharsalia gave him Rome ; Egypt has since Receiv'd his yoke , and the whole Nile is C©¡sar's . Why should I mention Juba's overthrow , And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning sands Still smoke with ...
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ABIG Abigail Alcibiades arms beats Behold believe blood bower C©¡sar 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 ¬³¬Ñ¬ä¬à
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56 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.