The Miscellaneous Works of Joseph Addison, 第 1 巻D. A. Talboys, 1840 |
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abodes Addison advanc'd Æneid æther Ætna amidst appear arms atque beauties bees behold blest blood breast bright Britannia's British burning Cadmus chariot charms circum cloth lettered cries Cyclops CYCNUS Danube death earth Edition Ev'n ev'ry eyes fain fate fear fields fight fire fix'd flames flew flow'ry fury Gaul gaz'd Georgic goddess gods grace heat heaven hero Hesiod hive huntress immortal J. C. LOUDON join'd Jove Juno kindle labours Latin light limbs look LORD HALIFAX maid majestic band metallo mighty mix'd Mœnia muse Narcissus nature neighb'ring numbers nunc nymph o'er Ovid Ovid's Pentheus Phaeton pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry Quæ rage rais'd reader rise round shade shining shore sight skies sound steeds stood story streams survey'd tears tell thee thou thought thunder Tiresias Tmolus toils tongue tow'ring turns verse view'd Virgil voice Whilst whole winds woods youth
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xii ページ - 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.
46 ページ - 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.
37 ページ - 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.