The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Bind 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 |
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Side xvi
... Addison is now despised by some who , perhaps , would never have seen his defects , but by the lights which he afforded them . " OXFORD , FEBRUARY , 1830 . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JAMES CRAGGS , ESQ . HIS xvi LITERARY NOTICE , ETC.
... Addison is now despised by some who , perhaps , would never have seen his defects , but by the lights which he afforded them . " OXFORD , FEBRUARY , 1830 . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JAMES CRAGGS , ESQ . HIS xvi LITERARY NOTICE , ETC.
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... light on all , And still outshines 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 grow ...
... light on all , And still outshines 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 grow ...
Side 14
... 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 ...
Side 15
... 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 ...
Side 21
... light , The bees through woods and forests take their flight . They rifle ev'ry flow'r , and lightly skim The crystal brook , and sip the running stream : And thus they feed their young with strange delight , And knead the yielding wax ...
... light , The bees through woods and forests take their flight . They rifle ev'ry flow'r , and lightly skim The crystal 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 æther amidst appear arms atque beauties bees behold blood breast bright Britannia's British Cadmus chariot charms circum cloth lettered cries CYCNUS death divine earth Edition English ev'ry eyes Fain fate fcap fear fields fight fire fix'd flames flow'ry foolscap foolscap 8vo fury Gaul Georgic give goddess Godfrey Kneller gods grace Greek Greek Language heat heaven hero Hesiod hive honour immortal J. C. LOUDON JOHN FAREY join'd Jove kindled labours Latin light limbs look lord lord Halifax maid Metamorphoses mighty moral mountains muse nature neighb'ring numbers nunc nymph o'er Ovid Ovid's Metamorphoses Pentheus Phaeton pleas'd poem poet poetry praise Quæ rage rais'd reader rise round shade shining shore sight skies sound steeds stood story streams tell thee thou thought thunder Tiresias toils tow'ring trembling turns verse view'd Virgil voice Whilst whole winds woods youth
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Side xii - He might well rejoice at the death of that which he could not have killed. Every reader of every party, since personal malice is past and the papers which once inflamed the nation are read only as effusions of wit, must wish for more of the Whig Examiners ; for on no occasion was the genius of Addison more vigorously exerted, and on none did the superiority of his powers more evidently appear.
Side 46 - 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.
Side 37 - I'll try to make their several beauties known, And show their verses worth tho' not my own. .Long had our dull forefathers slept supine, Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine, Till Chaucer first, a merry bard, arose, And many a story told in rhyme and prose. But age has rusted what the poet writ, Worn out his language, and obscured his wit; In vain he jests in his unpolished strain, And tries to make his readers laugh in vain.