The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison: With the Exception of His Numbers of the Spectator, Bind 5–6W. Durell & Company, 1811 |
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Side 110
... PORTIUS , Sons of Cato , MARCUS , S MR . POWELL . MR . RYAN . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , MR . BoWMAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato , MRS . OLDFIELD . LUCIA , Daughter to Lucius , MRS . PORTER ...
... PORTIUS , Sons of Cato , MARCUS , S MR . POWELL . MR . RYAN . DECIUS , Ambassador from Cæsar , MR . BoWMAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato , MRS . OLDFIELD . LUCIA , Daughter to Lucius , MRS . PORTER ...
Side 111
... Portius , Marcus . PORTIUS . THE dawn is overcast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of RomeOur father's death Would fill up all the guilt of ...
... Portius , Marcus . PORTIUS . THE dawn is overcast , the morning low'rs , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day , big with the fate Of Cato and of RomeOur father's death Would fill up all the guilt of ...
Side 112
... Portius ! is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man , Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious ...
... Portius ! is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man , Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS . Believe me , Marcus , ' tis an impious ...
Side 113
... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpity'd , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind- PORTIUS ...
... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs That wring my soul , thou couldst not talk thus coldly . Passion unpity'd , and successless love , Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind- PORTIUS ...
Side 114
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind them . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , show A virtue that has cast me at a distance , And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? PORTIUS . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper ...
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings behind them . Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , show A virtue that has cast me at a distance , And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? PORTIUS . Marcus , I know thy gen'rous temper ...
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ABIGAIL arms atque beauty behold blood bright BUTLER Cæsar canton of Berne cantons Cato Cato's charms Christianity church COACHMAN conjurer death DECIUS dost thou drum emperor Ev'n ev'ry eyes Fantome fate father fear friends GARDENER Gaul Georgic give goddess gods GRIDELINE grief hand hast hear heart heaven Hesiod honour Irenæus Jove JUBA king LADY lake learned live look lov'd Lucia LUCIUS maid Marcia Marcus mighty mountains muse numbers Numidian nymph o'er Ovid Pagan passion Pentheus poet Portius prince Prithee QUEEN rage religion rise river Roman Roman senate Rome Rosamond Saviour Saviour's history SCENE SEMPRONIUS shine sight SIR GEORGE SIR TRUSTY soul Spanish monarchy speak stand Switzerland sword SYPHAX tears tell thee thing thought thousand TINSEL tion Tirol town VELLUM verse view'd virgin virtue Whilst whole winds youth САТО
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Side 128 - Whosoever . therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in heaven.
Side 62 - 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...
Side 157 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Side 213 - Inspired repulsed 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...
Side 189 - 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...
Side 269 - The man resolv'd and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours, and tumultuous cries : The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.
Side 90 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Side 197 - With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart, The smiles of nature, and the charms of art, While proud oppression in her valleys reigns, And tyranny usurps her happy plains...
Side 111 - Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country. Tell your dictator this: and tell him, Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer.
Side 184 - Messiah's outspread banner shines, How does the chariot rattle in his lines! What sounds of brazen wheels, what thunder, scare, And stun the reader with the din of war! With fear my spirits and my blood retire, To see the seraphs sunk in clouds of fire; But when, with eager steps, from hence I rise, And view the first gay scenes of Paradise, What tongue, what words of rapture, can express A vision so profuse of pleasantness!