The works of ... Joseph Addison, collected by mr. Tickell, المجلد 51804 |
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... CYNTHIO , Eugenius , and Philander had retired together from the town to a country village , that lies upon the Thames . Their design was to pass away the heats of the summer among the fresh breezes that rise from the river , and the ...
... CYNTHIO , Eugenius , and Philander had retired together from the town to a country village , that lies upon the Thames . Their design was to pass away the heats of the summer among the fresh breezes that rise from the river , and the ...
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... Cynthio . I must confess , says he , I find myself very much inclined to speak against a sort of study that I know nothing of . I have , however , one strong prejudice in favour of it , that Philander has thought it worth his while to ...
... Cynthio . I must confess , says he , I find myself very much inclined to speak against a sort of study that I know nothing of . I have , however , one strong prejudice in favour of it , that Philander has thought it worth his while to ...
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... Cynthio , that , to have a relish for ancient coins , it is necessary to have a con- tempt of the modern . But I am afraid you will never be able , with all your medallic eloquence , to persuade Eugenius and myself that it is better to ...
... Cynthio , that , to have a relish for ancient coins , it is necessary to have a con- tempt of the modern . But I am afraid you will never be able , with all your medallic eloquence , to persuade Eugenius and myself that it is better to ...
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... Cynthio , to reject this last use of medals . I do not think it worth while to trouble myself with a person's name or face that re- ceives all his reputation from the mint , and would never have been known in the world had there not ...
... Cynthio , to reject this last use of medals . I do not think it worth while to trouble myself with a person's name or face that re- ceives all his reputation from the mint , and would never have been known in the world had there not ...
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... Cynthio , when trips and Cornish hugs could make a man immortal . How many heroes would Moorfields have furnished out in the days of old ? A fellow that can now only win a hat or a belt , had he lived among the Greeks , might have had ...
... Cynthio , when trips and Cornish hugs could make a man immortal . How many heroes would Moorfields have furnished out in the days of old ? A fellow that can now only win a hat or a belt , had he lived among the Greeks , might have had ...
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ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beautiful Cæsar Campania canton of Berne Christianity church Claudian Commodus CREECH disciples DRYDEN duke emperor enemy famous fancy figure formerly France French Georgic give grotto hand head heathen honour inhabitants inscription Irenæus Italy Julius Cæsar kind king lake learned lived look Lucius Verus marble Marcus Aurelius medals mentioned Mevania miracles modern mountains multitude Naples nation nature noble observed occasion old coins old Roman Ovid Pagan palace particular persons pieces pillars present prince quæ reason reign religion represented republic rise river rocks Rome ruins S. C. Reverse Saviour Saviour's history says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander seen side Silius Italicus Spanish monarchy stands statues suppose take notice temple thou thought Tiberius tion town Trajan verse VIRG Virgil whole
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الصفحة 439 - Whosoever . therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in heaven.
الصفحة 2 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ; of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who ga'in'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvied, by the Muse he lov'd.
الصفحة 32 - The man resolv'd, and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries : The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles. And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.
الصفحة 258 - Bajan mole, Rais'd on the seas, the surges to control — At once comes tumbling down the rocky wall; Prone to the deep, the stones disjointed fall Of the vast pile; the scatter'd ocean flies; Black sands...
الصفحة 95 - For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion. 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
الصفحة 190 - ... this nation. The English and French, who always use the same words in verse as in ordinary conversation, are forced to raise their language with metaphors and figures, or, by the pompousness of the whole phrase, to wear off any littleness that appears in the particular parts that compose it. This makes our blank verse, where there is no rhyme to support the expression, extremely difficult to...
الصفحة 452 - Georgics; where we receive more strong and lively ideas of things from his words, than we could have done from the objects themselves; and find our imaginations more affected by his descriptions, than they would have been by the very sight of what he describes.
الصفحة 303 - When a man sees the prodigious pains and expence that our fore- fathers have been at in these barbarous buildings, one cannot but fancy to himself what miracles of architecture they would have left us, had they only been instructed in the right way...
الصفحة 153 - Vain fool, and coward!" said the lofty maid, " Caught in the train, which thou thyself hast laid ! On others practise thy Ligurian arts : Thin stratagems, and tricks of little hearts, Are lost on me: nor shalt thou safe retire, With vaunting lies to thy fallacious sire.
الصفحة 71 - The coat of arms by proud Mezentius worn, Now on a naked snag in triumph borne, Was hung on high, and glitter'd from afar, A trophy sacred to the God of War. Above his arms, fix'd on the leafless wood, Appear'd his plumy crest, besmear'd with blood...