The works of ... Joseph Addison, collected by mr. Tickell, 6±Ç

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201 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...
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky. And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
293 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' assembled deities survey'd. Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair, And lov'd the spreading oak, was there ; Old Saturn too, with upcast eyes, Beheld his abdicated skies ; And mighty Mars, for war renown'd, In adamantine armour frown'd ; By him the childless goddess rose, Minerva, studious to compose Her twisted threads ; the web she strung. And o'er a loom of marble hung : Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen Match'd with a mortal, next was seen, Reclining on a funeral urn, Her short-liv'd darling...
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 have thrown upon him; Didst thou but view him right, thou'dst see him black With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes That strike my soul with horror but to name 'em.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - To Dorset he directs his artful muse, In numbers such as Dorset's self might use. HOW negligently graceful he unreins His verse, and writes in loose familiar strains ; How Nassau's godlike acts adorn his lines. And all the hero in full glory shines. We see his army set in just array, And Boyne's dy'd waves run purple to the sea. Nor Simois choak'd with men, and arms, and blood; Nor rapid Xanthus' celebrated flood, Shall longer be the poet's highest themes, Tho'gods and heroes fought promiscuous in...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense; Where shall we find the man that bears affliction, Great and majestic in his griefs, like Cato?
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - Caesar is well acquainted with your virtues, And therefore sets this value on your life: Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, And name your terms. Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, Submit his actions...

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