The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, Bind 1D. A. Talboys, 1840 |
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... Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own ; Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace wonders at himself in thee . Thou teachest Persius to inform our isle In smoother numbers ...
... Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own ; Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace wonders at himself in thee . Thou teachest Persius to inform our isle In smoother numbers ...
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... thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age nor sickness interrupt thy song : Then may we wond'ring read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and dissolv'd in streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turn'd yellow ...
... thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age nor sickness interrupt thy song : Then may we wond'ring read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and dissolv'd in streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turn'd yellow ...
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... thou sing'st thy God , teach us to sing of thee : Tune every string and every tongue , Be thou the muse and subject of our song . II . Let all Cecilia's praise proclaim , Employ the echo in her name . Hark ! how the flutes and trumpets ...
... thou sing'st thy God , teach us to sing of thee : Tune every string and every tongue , Be thou the muse and subject of our song . II . Let all Cecilia's praise proclaim , Employ the echo in her name . Hark ! how the flutes and trumpets ...
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... thou wouldst rehearse , In smoother numbers and a softer verse : Thy pen had well describ'd her graceful air , And Gloriana would have seem'd more fair . Nor must Roscommon pass neglected by , That makes e'en rules a noble poetry ...
... thou wouldst rehearse , In smoother numbers and a softer verse : Thy pen had well describ'd her graceful air , And Gloriana would have seem'd more fair . Nor must Roscommon pass neglected by , That makes e'en rules a noble poetry ...
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... thou goddess heav'nly bright , 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 ...
... thou goddess heav'nly bright , 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 ...
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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.