The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Bind 4T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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... soul seems to have been made up of love and poetry : she felt the passion in all its warmth , and described it in all its symptoms . She is called by ancient authors the Tenth Muse and by Plutarch is compared to Cacus , B2 THE ...
... soul seems to have been made up of love and poetry : she felt the passion in all its warmth , and described it in all its symptoms . She is called by ancient authors the Tenth Muse and by Plutarch is compared to Cacus , B2 THE ...
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... passion , that she was resolved to get rid of it at any price . There was a promontory in Acarnania called Leucate , on the top of which was a little temple dedicated to Apollo . In this temple it was usual for despairing lovers to make ...
... passion , that she was resolved to get rid of it at any price . There was a promontory in Acarnania called Leucate , on the top of which was a little temple dedicated to Apollo . In this temple it was usual for despairing lovers to make ...
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... passion for Leander . A man is in no great danger of breaking his heart , who breaks his neck to prevent it . I know very well the wonders which ancient authors relate concerning this leap ; and in particular , that very many persons ...
... passion for Leander . A man is in no great danger of breaking his heart , who breaks his neck to prevent it . I know very well the wonders which ancient authors relate concerning this leap ; and in particular , that very many persons ...
Side 13
... passions for Mrs. Gwinifrid , and she is so pettish , and over - run with cho- lers against me , that if I had the good happiness to have my dwelling ( which is placed by my creat - cranfather , upon the pottom of an hill ) no farther ...
... passions for Mrs. Gwinifrid , and she is so pettish , and over - run with cho- lers against me , that if I had the good happiness to have my dwelling ( which is placed by my creat - cranfather , upon the pottom of an hill ) no farther ...
Side 14
... passion , as any of the old philoso- phers . I shall therefore publish , very speedily , the translation of a little Greek manuscript , which is sent me by a learned friend . It appears to have been a piece of those records which were ...
... passion , as any of the old philoso- phers . I shall therefore publish , very speedily , the translation of a little Greek manuscript , which is sent me by a learned friend . It appears to have been a piece of those records which were ...
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Side 149 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 121 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Side 388 - Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
Side 435 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Side 182 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Side 442 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 194 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer, and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
Side 54 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 120 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Side 61 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th...