The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Bind 1H.G. Bohn, 1854 - 8 sider |
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Joseph Addison Richard Hurd, Henry George Bohn. DIALOGUE I.1 CYNTHIO , Eugenius , and Philander had retired together ... say , " into the common practice of defaming public parties , " & c . These gentlemen , says he , value themselves ...
Joseph Addison Richard Hurd, Henry George Bohn. DIALOGUE I.1 CYNTHIO , Eugenius , and Philander had retired together ... say , " into the common practice of defaming public parties , " & c . These gentlemen , says he , value themselves ...
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... Eugenius was very attentive to what Philander said on the subject of medals ... says he , I find myself very much inclined to speak against a sort of study ... says Cynthio , that I have thrown him on a science of which I have long wished ...
... Eugenius was very attentive to what Philander said on the subject of medals ... says he , I find myself very much inclined to speak against a sort of study ... says Cynthio , that I have thrown him on a science of which I have long wished ...
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... says Cynthio , that to have a relish for ancient coins , it is necessary to have a con- tempt of the modern . But I am afraid will never be able , with all your medallic eloquence , to persuade Eugenius and myself that it is better to ...
... says Cynthio , that to have a relish for ancient coins , it is necessary to have a con- tempt of the modern . But I am afraid will never be able , with all your medallic eloquence , to persuade Eugenius and myself that it is better to ...
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... says Cyn- thio , to reject this last use of medals . I do not think it worth ... Eugenius , I fancy it is this use of medals that has recom- mended them to ... says Philander , that painters have not a little contributed to bring the ...
... says Cyn- thio , to reject this last use of medals . I do not think it worth ... Eugenius , I fancy it is this use of medals that has recom- mended them to ... says Philander , that painters have not a little contributed to bring the ...
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... says Eugenius , interrupting him , the knowledge of these affairs is in itself very little improving , but as it is impossible without it to understand several parts of your ancient authors , it certainly hath its use . It is pity ...
... says Eugenius , interrupting him , the knowledge of these affairs is in itself very little improving , but as it is impossible without it to understand several parts of your ancient authors , it certainly hath its use . It is pity ...
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Addison Æneid ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beautiful Cæsar Campania Cato Cato's charms church Claudian coins Commodus death DRYDEN emperor eyes fancy fate father fear figure fire friends Gaul Georgic give goddess gods grace grief hand head heart heaven honour inscription Italy Jove JUBA Julius Cæsar kind king lake look Lucia Lucius Verus marble Marcia Marcus Marcus Aurelius medals mighty mountains muse Naples nature Numidian nymph o'er occasion old Roman Ovid Pentheus poets Portius prince quæ QUEEN rage rise river rocks Rome round ruins says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE Sempronius shade shine side sight Silius Italicus SIR TR soul stands statues SYPH Syphax tears tell Teverone thee thou thought town Trajan turn verse VIRG Virgil virtue Whilst whole winds youth
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Side 160 - TO wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, . Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream thro' every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Side v - 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 whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more...
Side 160 - The hero's glory, or the virgin's love ; In pitying love, we but our weakness show, And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Side 27 - On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine! With citron groves adorn a distant soil; And the fat olive swell with floods of oil! We envy not the warmer clime that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine: 'Tis Liberty that crowns BRITANNIA'S Isle, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile!
Side 210 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Side 244 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Side 208 - Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
Side 149 - He delivers the meanest of his precepts with a kind of grandeur; he breaks the clods and tosses the dung about with an air of gracefulness.
Side 211 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Side 23 - Even the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Bear me, some god, to Baia's gentle seats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ; Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies...