The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Bind 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 |
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Side 15
... sight . Oh , did our British peers thus court renown , And grace the coats their great forefathers won ! Our arms would then triumphantly advance , Nor Henry be the last that conquer'd France . What might not England hope , if such ...
... sight . Oh , did our British peers thus court renown , And grace the coats their great forefathers won ! Our arms would then triumphantly advance , Nor Henry be the last that conquer'd France . What might not England hope , if such ...
Side 37
... sights Of arms and palfreys , battles , fields , and fights , And damsels in distress , and courteous knights . But when we look too near , the shades decay , And all the pleasing landscape fades away . Great Cowley then , a mighty ...
... sights Of arms and palfreys , battles , fields , and fights , And damsels in distress , and courteous knights . But when we look too near , the shades decay , And all the pleasing landscape fades away . Great Cowley then , a mighty ...
Side 39
... sight . But now , my muse , a softer strain rehearse , Turn ev'ry line with art , and smooth thy verse ; The courtly Waller next commands thy lays : Muse , tune thy verse , with art , to Waller's praise . While tender airs and lovely ...
... sight . But now , my muse , a softer strain rehearse , Turn ev'ry line with art , and smooth thy verse ; The courtly Waller next commands thy lays : Muse , tune thy verse , with art , to Waller's praise . While tender airs and lovely ...
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... sight , Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow , So warm with life his blended colours glow . From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost , Amidst the soft variety I'm lost : Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With ...
... sight , Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow , So warm with life his blended colours glow . From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost , Amidst the soft variety I'm lost : Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With ...
Side 49
... sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun , and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy ...
... sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun , and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy ...
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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.