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The Poetical Works of Joseph Addison: With the Life of the Author..
Vista completa - 1778
The Poetical Works of Joseph Addison: With the Life of the Author
Joseph Addison,John Bell
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página xxvii - If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove: Twas there of Just and Good he...
Página xxvi - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent...
Página 137 - Till, on the borders of the Po, at last The name inscrib'd on the new tomb appears : The dear, dear name she bathes in flowing tears, Hangs o'er the tomb, unable to depart, And hugs the marble to her throbbing heart. Her daughters too lament, and sigh, and mourn, (A fruitless tribute to their brother's urn,) And beat their naked bosoms, and complain, And call aloud for Phaeton in vain : All the long night their mournful watch they keep, And all the day stand round the tomb, and weep.
Página 180 - As sulphur blazes at the taper's touch, She long'd her hidden passion to reveal, And tell her pains, but had not words to tell : She can't begin, but waits for the rebound, To catch his voice, and to return the sound.
Página 81 - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song. That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Página xvi - The numerous and violent claps of the whig party on the one side of the theatre, were echoed back by the tories on the other; while the author sweated behind the scenes with concern to find their applause proceeding more from the hand than the head.
Página 31 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Página 167 - The pointed jav'lin warded off his rage : Mad with his pains, and furious to engage, The serpent champs the steel, and bites the spear, Till blood and venom all the point besmear.
Página xxv - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...