The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, 第 1 巻Bell & Daldy, 1885 |
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... heart . Can I forget the dismal night , that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things ...
... heart . Can I forget the dismal night , that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things ...
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... heart ; Of thee forgetful if I form a song , My lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My griefs be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury ...
... heart ; Of thee forgetful if I form a song , My lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My griefs be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury ...
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... heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before , Till bliss shall join , nor death can part us more . That awful form ( which , so ye heavens decree , Must still be loved , and still deplored by me ) In nightly visions seldom ...
... heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before , Till bliss shall join , nor death can part us more . That awful form ( which , so ye heavens decree , Must still be loved , and still deplored by me ) In nightly visions seldom ...
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... heart Maria still does1 wound , And tears burst out unbidden at the sound ; Maria still our rising mirth destroys , Darkens our triumphs , and forbids our joys . But see , at length , the British ships appear ! Our Nassau comes ! and ...
... heart Maria still does1 wound , And tears burst out unbidden at the sound ; Maria still our rising mirth destroys , Darkens our triumphs , and forbids our joys . But see , at length , the British ships appear ! Our Nassau comes ! and ...
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... hearts tremble , and beat thick with war ; Hoarse , broken sounds , like trumpets ' harsh alarms , Run through the hive , and call them to their arms ; All in a hurry spread their shivering wings , And fit their claws , and point their ...
... hearts tremble , and beat thick with war ; Hoarse , broken sounds , like trumpets ' harsh alarms , Run through the hive , and call them to their arms ; All in a hurry spread their shivering wings , And fit their claws , and point their ...
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Addison ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beautiful behold Cæsar Cato Cato's charms Claudian Commodus death DRYDEN emperor Ev'n eyes fame fancy fate father fear figure fire friends Gaul Georgic give goddess gods grace grief hand head heart heaven Hesiod honour inscription Italy Jove JUBA Julius Cæsar kind king live look Lucia maid Marcia Marcus Marcus Aurelius medals mighty mountains muse Naples nature numbers Numidian nymph o'er old coins Ovid Pentheus poem poetry poets Portius prince quæ QUEEN rage rise river Roman Rome Rosamond round S. C. Reverse says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE Sempronius shade shine sight Silius Italicus SIR TR soul stands streams SYPH Syphax tears tell thee thou thought town Trajan turn verse VIRG Virgil virtue vols Whilst whole winds youth
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182 ページ - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
49 ページ - The victor's shouts and dying groans confound, The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies, And all the thunder of the battle rise. "Twas then great Marlborough's mighty soul was proved, That, in the shock of charging hosts unmoved, Amidst confusion, horror, and despair, Examined all the dreadful scenes of war ; In peaceful thought the field of death surveyed, To fainting squadrons sent the timely aid, Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage.
xvii ページ - To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, A frequent pilgrim at thy sacred shrine ; Mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone.