The Works of Joseph Addison: Including the Whole Contents of Bp. Hurd's Edition, with Letters and Other Pieces Not Found in Any Previous Collection; and Macaulay's Essay on His Life and Works, Volume 1J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1870 |
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Page xxxvi
... O'er hills of gasping heroes , and fallen steeds Rolling in death . Destruction , grim with blood , Attends his furious course . Around his head The glowing balls play innocent , while he With dire impetuous sway deals fatal blows Among ...
... O'er hills of gasping heroes , and fallen steeds Rolling in death . Destruction , grim with blood , Attends his furious course . Around his head The glowing balls play innocent , while he With dire impetuous sway deals fatal blows Among ...
Page xxxvii
... o'er pale Britannia pass'd . " Addison spoke , not of a storm , but of the storm . The great tempest of November , 1703 , the only tempest which in our latitude has equalled the rage of a tropical hurricane , had left a dreadful ...
... o'er pale Britannia pass'd . " Addison spoke , not of a storm , but of the storm . The great tempest of November , 1703 , the only tempest which in our latitude has equalled the rage of a tropical hurricane , had left a dreadful ...
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... o'er thy closing grave we bend , Accept these tears , thou dear departed friend ! Oh , gone for ever , take this long adieu ; And sleep in peace next thy lov'd Montagu ! To strew fresh laurels , let the task be mine TICKELL'S PREFACE ...
... o'er thy closing grave we bend , Accept these tears , thou dear departed friend ! Oh , gone for ever , take this long adieu ; And sleep in peace next thy lov'd Montagu ! To strew fresh laurels , let the task be mine TICKELL'S PREFACE ...
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... 'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once so lov'd , whene'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance tl e sudden tears ? How sweet were once thy prospects , fresh and fair TO THE EARL OF WARWICK . 21.
... 'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once so lov'd , whene'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance tl e sudden tears ? How sweet were once thy prospects , fresh and fair TO THE EARL OF WARWICK . 21.
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... o'er his urn , Betray that absence , they attempt to mourn . Oh ! must I then ( now fresh my bosom bleeds , And Craggs in death to Addison succeeds ) The verse , begun to one lost friend , prolong , And weep a second in th ' unfinish'd ...
... o'er his urn , Betray that absence , they attempt to mourn . Oh ! must I then ( now fresh my bosom bleeds , And Craggs in death to Addison succeeds ) The verse , begun to one lost friend , prolong , And weep a second in th ' unfinish'd ...
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Page 203 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 161 - For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground; for here the Muse so oft her harp has strung, that not a mountain rears its head unsung, renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows, and every stream in heavenly numbers flows.
Page 187 - Inspir'd repuls'd 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 past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Page 386 - 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...
Page 200 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 132 - 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...
Page 200 - Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ! But Thou canst read it there. Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast.
Page 199 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 164 - Even the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Bear me, some god, to Baia's gentle seats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ; Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies...
Page 203 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.