The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, a New Ed., with Notes: PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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... light on all , And still out - shines the bright original . Now Ovid boasts ' th ' advantage of thy song , And tells his story in the British tongue ; Thy charming verse , " and fair translations , show How thy own laurel first began to ...
... light on all , And still out - shines the bright original . Now Ovid boasts ' th ' advantage of thy song , And tells his story in the British tongue ; Thy charming verse , " and fair translations , show How thy own laurel first began to ...
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... light on all , And still out - shines the bright original . Now Ovid boasts th ' advantage of thy song , And tells his story in the British tongue ; Thy charming verse , and fair translations , show How thy own laurel first began to ...
... light on all , And still out - shines the bright original . Now Ovid boasts th ' advantage of thy song , And tells his story in the British tongue ; Thy charming verse , and fair translations , show How thy own laurel first began to ...
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... light . Thus Ætna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills heav'n with ashes , and the earth with smoke ; Here crags of broken rocks are twirl'd on high , Here molten stones and scatter'd cinders fly : Its fury reaches the remotest ...
... light . Thus Ætna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills heav'n with ashes , and the earth with smoke ; Here crags of broken rocks are twirl'd on high , Here molten stones and scatter'd cinders fly : Its fury reaches the remotest ...
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... light . But stop , my muse , th'ungrateful sound forbear , Maria's name still wounds each British ear : Each British heart Maria still does wound , And tears burst out unbidden at the sound ; Maria still our rising mirth destroys ...
... light . But stop , my muse , th'ungrateful sound forbear , Maria's name still wounds each British ear : Each British heart Maria still does wound , And tears burst out unbidden at the sound ; Maria still our rising mirth destroys ...
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... light , The bees thro ' woods and forests take their flight . They rifle ev'ry flow'r , and lightly skim The chrystal brook , and sip the running stream ; And thus they feed their young with strange delight , And knead the yielding wax ...
... light , The bees thro ' woods and forests take their flight . They rifle ev'ry flow'r , and lightly skim The chrystal brook , and sip the running stream ; And thus they feed their young with strange delight , And knead the yielding wax ...
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Addison Æneid ancient appear arms atque beauty behold blest blood breast bright Cæsar Cato Cato's charms Claudian Commodus CREECH death DECIUS DRYDEN emperor ev'ry eyes fancy fate father fear figure fire flame friends Georgic give goddess gods grace GRIDELINE grief hand head heart heaven Hesiod honour immortal Jove joys JUBA Julius Cæsar KING look LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA Marcus medals mighty muse nature numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er old coins Ovid passion Pentheus Phaëton Pharsalia poem poetry poets PORTIUS prince quæ QUEEN rage rise Roman Roman senate Rome ROSAMOND round S. C. Reverse says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE SEMPRONIUS shade shine sight Silius Italicus SIR TRUSTY skies soul stand sword SYPHAX tears tell thee thou thought thunder tibi toils Trajan turn verse view'd VIRG Virgil virtue Whilst winds youth
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الصفحة 43 - Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train; Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light, And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight: Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
الصفحة 211 - 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...
الصفحة 221 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But well do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
الصفحة 45 - I bridle in my struggling Muse with pain, That longs to launch into a nobler strain.
الصفحة 60 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia...
الصفحة 183 - 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...
الصفحة 55 - Here shattered walls, like broken rocks, from far Rise up in hideous views, the guilt of war, Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs, Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes, At length the fame of England's hero drew, Eugenio to the glorious interview. Great souls by instinct to each other turn, Demand alliance, and in friendship burn; A sudden friendship, while with stretched-out rays They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze.
الصفحة 287 - 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.
الصفحة 304 - 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...
الصفحة 37 - Mincio draw his watery store, Through the long windings of a fruitful shore, And hoary Albula's infected tide O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide.